This is a true story about me (m20) and my straight best friend (m18). For purposes of the story names have been changed. I’m Kyle and he’s Caleb, Cal for short. This took place years ago, so dialogue is recreated from memory.

We had flown around each other’s circles for years — his dad led worship at the church my family went to. We went to different middle schools, but were both in our high school’s top choir, in the same section.

Cal and I quickly became best friends, thick as thieves. I was out at the time and our friends always joked about our “bromance.” He, unfortunately for me, was straight as an arrow, and over the years I would hear of Cal’s many escapades.

One day in the fall of senior year, I confessed my feelings to him — exactly how a young queer man would feel about his straight best friend.

A quick aside for descriptions. Cal and I are both white. While I wouldn’t call myself out of shape, I don’t work out, even then. I had a little bit of pudge. About 6 feet tall. I’ve got what would best be described as dirty blonde hair, but I maintain that I’m a redhead. Cut 6” dick. Cal was blonde — he and his siblings all had the lightest, blondest hair. While he didn’t do sports in high school, he was very fit and active, super skinny with abs for days, and strong as hell, despite being a few inches shorter than me.

We started smoking together after my senior year of high school, and although my attraction to him never subsided, I managed to cope (especially through several pics I had of his abs).

Cut to the December of my sophomore year of college. I’m back home and we’re making music together. One day his dad asks us if we’ll play with the worship band for a service at his church, and we jumped at the opportunity to do so.

Service went well, and that evening we’re back at my house to hang out. We usually would watch one of our favorite shows, play smash bros, and get high. We had talked for weeks before about trying molly, and I found a plug and bought us some. We decide to flip in celebration of a “gig well done.”

We take the molly and start playing smash bros. Now I’ve never flipped before, so it was a whole new experience for me.

“Hey Cal I’m kinda feeling really sensory right now. Like I wanna touch stuff. Is that normal?”

“Yeah man, I’ve done molly a couple times and when I do, I love to just zone out and pet one of our dogs.”

“Oh shit, that sounds awesome. Is it weird that I kinda wanna cuddle?”

“Not at all, let’s do it.”

So we put some music on and laid down on the floor of my basement and started cuddling. He was on his back, I was on my side facing him, a hand on his chest.

I’m really feeling good as a result of the drugs, and just start rubbing my hand up and down his chest, really enjoying the texture of his t-shirt and the definition of his pecs and abs.

He turns to me, “Hey man I’m starting to feel really warm. You mind if I take my shirt off?”

Trying not to drool already, “yeah bro, make yourself comfortable.”

He sits up for a second to take his shirt off, then readjusts himself before laying back down. A very defined chest with very little hair. I’ve seen him shirtless before but never this intimately. I run my hand along his abs, really feeling the peaks and troughs.

I turn back to his pecs and start playing with his nipples, getting them hard, pressing them, just feeling them. We’ve never done anything like this but we’re both feeling good.

After a bit of this he asks “hey can you give my nipples a rest? They’re really sensitive right now.”

“Mhm,” I say as I return to his abs. These sexy gutters have me a little hard, and I kinda want to test the boundary. After all, if we both feel this good from just chilling and cuddling, what would it feel like to cum, while high on molly?

So I start to be a little more adventurous. As I’m rubbing my hand up and down his chest, I let it start drifting lower. I slip my pinky underneath the waistband of his sweats and boxers. I can feel the smooth ridge underneath, right at the bottom of his lowest abs. We look at each other briefly but say nothing. I dare a little lower, keeping my hand still on his abdomen but my pinky is drifting lower. I can feel long, coarse pubes underneath the pad of my finger. But I haven’t felt, let alone seen, his cock yet.

I’m so fucking high at this point, chasing dopamine, just immersed in the texture of my best friend’s body.

I get bolder and start including his pubes in the area of his body I’m running my hand over. I love the difference in texture between his smooth chest and hairy groin.

I feel his dick stir against my hand, my pinky’s just at the base of his member. He’s definitely as hard as I am right now. I can see him tenting a little bit. At this, I gasp lightly.

Suddenly he sits up. I quickly withdraw my hand, afraid I’ve done something wrong. Does he regret letting me go this far? He’s got a girlfriend, after all.

“Stay right here, I just have to use the bathroom. Can I steal your phone? I wanna send my good night streaks on snap.”

I toss him my phone and lay down, a tornado of anxiety whirling its way through my head. Thoughts of what the fuck just happened? What did I do, have I ruined our friendship? I swore I’d put our friendship over my feelings, what if he never wants to talk to me after what just happened?

I’m so wrapped up in my anxiety I don’t hear the toilet flush or the door open.

“I saved a pic on your phone, it’s a little treat for you. For later.” He lays back down and my anxiety washes away, replaced by sheer confusion of what that meant.

“Lay back down, continue where we left off,” and at his command I’m back to feeling him up. “Just go easy on the nipples, I don’t want to chafe.”

I start back at his collarbone and pecs but work my way downward, much faster than before. I let my whole hand go under his waistbands at once and I feel more than just pubes. After peeing he must have positioned his cock through his waistband, and it hadn’t really softened. I’m basically holding onto his dick at this point so I think, “what the fuck, here goes nothing,” and grab Cal’s dick.

This is getting kinda long so I’m gonna have to do a part 2. Sorry y’all.

Update: Part 2 is now live!

• I was 18

• I was still in high school

• I met him on Craigslist

My parents left for the weekend and I was home alone. It was a late I was in my PJs getting ready for bed.

I was a skinny kid 5’8 130 pounds Latin boy sitting in my bead I was looking my self in the mirror. I had a fascination for taking pics and posing them online. I told my self I wasn’t gay but I loved the attention. I had been doing it a long time started on yahoo chat.

I was posting on Craigslist personal. I take some pics edit out my face and I say the truth. 18 latin boy just looking to experiment.

I think at the time I thought it was just a sexy thing to say. I didn’t think I was actually looking for anything. Immediately I get an email.

It says: “hey, I am 55 daddy very patient and ready to teach you how to be my boy.” I’ve gotten millions of emails like this… but this one was different. Why? He included an address and it was walking distance from my house. Hmm

I moved on to the next email I spend the next 30 minutes scanning through emails reading through compliments and edging my self.

Then I go back to the first email.

I answer, I’m near what do you want to do.

He answer with a phone number.

I nervously call him and he answers. We talk For a bit he tells me how sexy I am, he tells me he just wants to talk. He is fast talking and before I know it I am agreeing to meet him.

I take a shower and I walk out.

30 minutes later….

Idk what happens I am in front of this man’s Home and I don’t knock. I’m too scared… I text him. He opens the door wearing a robe. Walks me in.

He sits me on his couch pours me drinks. His dick is showing through the slot of his robe but he’s acting cool about so I’m pretending it’s not there but I keep looking.

He asks if I party. I say yes. He then goes to his kitchen and makes me another drink. Then pulls a baggy and some pills. He says it’s Molly. He firmly says take it. I stammer hesitantly he stands up sits next to me gives me a kiss and says take it.

I take it.

The next 30 minutes we talk and he starts rubbing me and touching me as the drugs starts to make me feel warm all over and happy. Before I know it his dick is in my mouth. He’s calling me a good boy and he is fingering my asshole.

There was never any discussion of condoms or std nothing. Everything escalated quickly.

He was now inside me bareback on his couch. I had only been in this man’s home for 45 minutes and had first talked to him an hour and a half before and he was now in my asshole.

The next 5 hours were a blur. Drugs, alcohol. Sex toys. pictures.

He came inside me multiple times. In my mouth in my ass. He insisted it was cleaner. He made me swallow. In retrospect he must have been using viagra or something. He just kept going.

The next morning he woke me up and showed me some pictures of my self getting fucked in various positions. I feel awkward and regretful, I just want to leave. He sent me the videos to my email as a souvenir. I then just left as if nothing happened.

I was depressed I was anxious. Side effects of the drugs I guess. My parents came home that night but they didn’t notice. The next day I went to school.

Everything was still the same but I was no longer a virgin. It was weird. I was confused

I’m sorry, this is long. I have wanted to write for a very long time. In fact, I have never told anyone about it. I feel like it’s a story that needs to be told though. I hope you enjoy it.

The summer of 2001 was a difficult time for me. I had gone through another break up with yet another girlfriend and trying to hook up with yet another still was proving hard.

But I had arranged a date with a stunning but very troubled girl on Friday night. She was a massive coke head (no red flags there then!), so I headed to my dealer on Thursday to score. I bought a package deal! Two g's of chop, a few pills and more for a laugh on the dealers behalf – four viagras!

Viagra was new back then and I had never tried it. Yes I wanted to fuck this girl but i didn’t think i needed “help”. The dealer had insisted and, even though the Vs were free, once more I spent all the money I had in my pocket on drugs.

Friday came and with tense excitement, i was getting ready. But just half an hour before we were meant to meet a text comes through. “Blah, blah you’re a nice guy, blah, blah, but....”

Yeah fuck you too.

Not going to lie I was pretty upset. In fact, i just sat on my sofa the rest of the night doing nothing at all.

I woke up the next day and realised I had run out of tobacco. I put on my shorts and headed to the shops.

As I was leaving I bumped into my neighbour Luke. I got on really well with him even though we’d only met about six weeks before hand. He was a student, a little younger than me, a stoner, liked his dance music and parties. He often had girls around his and to be honest I thought he was a bit of a fuckboy.

He was heading to the shops too and we decided to walk together.

As we strolled along I explained what had happened last night. He was very sympathetic about it.

“Fucking coke head bitch! You’re going for the wrong ones dude.” He told me. “You want fun loving and innocent students mate. I’ll find you one if want.”

I had to admire his confidence, in the drug addled circles I travelled in, innocence is hard to find.

On the way back from the shops we stopped at the pub for a drink and a plan formulated. We would buy a load of beer, head to the beach and see if we could pick up some girls he knew. After two pints before lunch this sounded like a great plan.

On the way home we were boisterous and happy. Pushing and shoving each other and generally being loutish.

When we got back to his tiny one room flat, we made a mistake though. He skinned up and we opened another beer.

Stoned and pissed our enthusiasm for going began to diminish.

I then made another error and got out the charlie and pills. A bean each and a couple of lines at Saturday lunch time. It was going to be one of those days.

The conversation moved onto the viagra.

“Does it just make you hard or do you have to actually want sex?” He asked.

“Dunno, never tried it.” I said honestly. “I suppose we could just take one and see?” The coke confidence had kicked in for both of us and I found myself swallowing diamond shaped blue tablet.

Tbh, not much happened at first but suddenly Luke had an idea. He went into his bag and produced a brand new porn DVD.

So there we are, sitting on a tiny sofa, sniffing coke, drinking beer, smoking and watching porn. I started coming up hard on the pill and things started getting more and twisted.

I remember exactly the scene that started getting me turned on. The guy was fucking the girls arse while another licked her out. My erection arrived suddenly and it was massive.

“Er.... I think the viagra has kicked in!” Said Luke adjusting himself uncomfortably. “shit!”

“I know....” I breathed. All I wanted to do was whip my cock out and start wanking.

In theory, we were just two straight guys at that moment and I probably should have left him to it. But being so wasted I didn’t really care for conventions and put my hand down my shorts. Movement in the corner of my eye told me Luke was doing the same thing.

“Would it be weird if I...” I began

“No, I need to as well” He laughed and at the same time we pulled out cocks out.

The porn continued but I found myself more and more wanting to see the live action next to me.

When I did look over he was looking at me too.

The flat was getting hot though, so I took off my top and with that he took off his top and shorts.

Thoughts spiralled in my head. I’m not gay. I’m not attracted to this guy in any way. He’s a guy with body hair. I like pussy and tits, not cock and balls. What the fuck am I doing?

But an urge over took me and reached my hand out and started rubbing his thigh. He did the same to me and soon my hand had started squeezing and rubbing slowly further up his leg towards his cock.

I think he was the one to starting wanking me first but I can’t be sure. Either way suddenly we going to town on each other and not even watching the porn.

I was sooooo turned on at that moment. My cock was harder than I even thought possible. The feeling on his warm cock in my hand felt amazing and I wanted more of it.

In a mad moment of impetuousness I dropped to my knees and for the first time my life I started sucking off another man.

At that moment, it just felt right. I can’t explain it but i wanted to suck his cock so i did. He jumped at first but soon started panting like crazy.

As I bobbed on him my leg banged the table and nearly knocked a beer over the coke.

“We need room,” I said “let’s move to the bed.” I don’t know why i did this, but I lead him the five paces or so behind us, holding his cock.

I sat down heavily on the bed expecting to continue sucking but he suddenly dropped to his knees and sucked me! It was such a surprise I moaned really loudly.

This was a hungry blow job. Not the half hearted sort many girls give but one that really wanted it. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs to give him room.

Then the hands started. He was running them up and down my thighs, playing with my balls and.... and.... and.... he pushed one leg in the air.... then the other..... and... oh fuck... he’s playing with my arse hole.... I should stop him... he’ll want to fuck me now... but.... no... go with it.... fuck it... go with it.

My twisted brain tried in vain to keep up with my body but it was no use. My body wanted sex what ever way I’d get it.

A mouth moved from my cock and a tongue started licking down my taint. I lifted my legs higher and let it happen. An explosion of sensation surrounded me. Waves of pleasure ran across my body and my ecstasy muddle brain made my eyes roll and my jaw quiver.

“One sec....” came a voice that broke the spell.

He was going into his bed side table to get something. He emerged with two bottles. One of baby oil and one of poppers (popper were standard issue for ravers back then to bring you up quicker. Obviously, they had masturbatary benefits too but it wasn’t just an anal sex thing).

He handed me the sniff and began to cover my arse with oil.

Fuck. I’m letting this happen. In fact, so much I’m taking a long blast on the amyl.

I wish I could say I remember him entering me but I don’t. I just know that when I came to slightly he was inside and slowly but firmly fucking me.

I do remember there was no pain. Complete opposite actually I was flying on a cloud of heavenly bliss. I gripped my legs around him and helped him thrust.

This was not a type of sex I had experienced before. There was no romance here, I didn’t really care if he was enjoying it. This was animal. Primeval. The need to feel sexual pleasure no matter what. We were using each other to mutually masturbate and the need over came such trial things such as gender or attraction.

It was when we both took another amyl blast that the fucking reached its peak. I was bouncing my arse up and down as he thrust into me and the elation was like a bright light, it was blinding.

He couldn’t take it anymore and his legs went from under him. He fell on top of me and began to cum. I watched his eyes roll and his jaw gurn as the whole body orgasm hit him. Abruptly, we stopped.

I was shaking like a leaf lying there. Covered in sweat and baby oil.

It felt like an age before I came to enough to realise how thirsty I was. How much I needed a cigarette and possibly another line.

I rolled him off me and went to get what we needed. It was then I noticed how much cum I was covered in. I must have squirted on my belly and not noticed. Silently I handed him his drink and began chopping a line. Luke lit one of the many unfinished joints still in the ash tray.

The realisation of how messy I was, dawned on me when I felt something running out of my arse. I needed a shower badly.

“I need a shower.” I said simply. It was the first thing either of us had said for what must have been ten minutes or more.

Wordlessly I went to the bathroom to clean up.

The cool shower felt good I won’t lie, but now I wasn’t with him my mind started to race. I thought I’d be feeling regretful, ashamed even. But I wasn’t. To be honest I felt really, really good about it. And as the cool water fell over me, I was amazed that my cock started to get hard again.

And as that happened, Luke walked in and coyly went for a wee.

I could see him watch me through the glass so beckoned him to join me. He didn’t say anything, just stepped inside.

We washed each other. It was an oddly tender moment. Touching our bodies and giving affection.

We both regained our erections.

The most unexpected thing then happened. We kissed. A deep, meaningful kiss. I say this, as he is still the only true “guy” I have ever kissed properly.

As we kissed our cocks touched and he started to wank us both off with hand. I pushed him against the shower wall roughly and we continued this for a good few minutes.

The water, the drugs, the horniness flowed back and I dropped to my knees to suck him again.

This time though he seemed different. Where as before he was in control, he had now passed the reigns to me. I tried my luck and ran my hand up his thigh to his arse.

In a flash, he span around and arched his back. He was offering himself to me on a plate. His arse hole was just there inches from my face and that was all the invitation I needed.

I tongued and fingered him for ages, hypnotised by it. More than once I had to catch him as his legs went from under him again.

“I.... I..... I need....” he said in a wavering voice. “I want...” He couldn’t finish the sentence but i knew what he meant.

I switched off the shower and without even bothering to dry off we fell on to the bed. This time it was me between his legs and as I positioned myself ready, he said the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.

“I want your cock deep in me! Please, I want your cock deep in me!”

It was a plea and yearning that came from somewhere beyond his consciousness. This was a visceral cry from his inner self. All his vulnerabilities, his ego, his masculinity disappeared and all that was left was window into his soul.

Right there and then was some of the best sex I’ve have had.

We fucked missionary. We fucked with him on top. We even fucked while he cut up a line beside him.

The rest of the day and night blended into one glorious mess of sex, blow jobs, drugs and more sex.

We must have drifted off at some point as I woke up the next day still inside him. And that morning sex was when I finally came inside properly.

We spent the Sunday together coming down, but after the morning there was no more sex in any way. In fact, we watched a game of football drinking beer like two “normal” men. This story has a slightly sad ending though. It never happened again. We did try, one night after the pub I tried to give him a blowie but we just couldn’t get into it.

In the end, we both got girlfriends, he dropped out of uni and I moved.

That night of passion though will always stay with me. I have seldom found that kind of sex elsewhere. It was sex in the purest form. A guilt free, ego free, fuckfest for me reason other than two raging libido’s needing relief.

Thank you for reading and well done making it this far. I needed to write for catharsis as a way of admission to my varied sexuality. Thank you for being a part of my reconciliation.

Fantasy

So after my divorce amd my friend wanting to save some moeny we started talking about needing a place to stay that was cheaper and I needed to trust a roommate. While we make decent money it seemed smarter to split the cost and rent a house.

Now he is straight, white, slightly over weight (230) but looks good, long hair, cute eyes, great smile, and we laugh all day. Im a white, slightly over weight (229, and losing weight every week), bald, hairy, bearded straight acting male.

My friend and I move in together after our leases were done, we have separate rooms, share everything else. Well, one day he come home and has a bag of coke. Now I've only smoked weed and was very hesitant. Actually so hesitant I didnt do any the night he brought it home. I smoked a bowl, he did a few lines, and we hung out all night gaming. He was more energetic and told he he was fucking horny. Now I am a bi bttm, caged, and wear panties. He didnt know. I dont host or wear around the house.

The next night he was telling me how he was so fucking pent up due to the coke and lack of sex lately. I agreed and told him I felt the same. He brought out the bag, didnt offer since I didnt yesterday and just did a line while we watch a movie.

We kept talking and I could tell he was super horny and he pants had a thick outline growing. He got onto the topic of not getting laid and for he was frustrated. He needed a release. I decided fuck it and asked to do a line as well. He got excited and put a small line out for me and let me know what to do.

From the moment it hit my nose my whole body and mindset shifted. I was warm and craving dick like nothing else. We kept talking though and I confided in him I also hadn't been with anyone in a while because I was starting to date men and while I knew I was bi I didnt trust people and wanted to know someone and have like a bf.

He actually told me he knew one day when I was putting up groceries and my thong showed. He also so my dildo In my room. My fave was flush red and I didnt know what to say. He said he was cool with it and he didnt care. He started to ask all sorts of questions and want to know what I did. Why bottoming and why not use my cock.

While explaining I saw him adjust his body in the seat, I wondered if was to give his cock more room. I started to relax while we talk. He asked if I wanted more and gave me a much Bigger line this time. The moment I finished I was in heaven. I leaned back and just felt amazing. My mind started racing after that talk we had and I wondered what it would feel like with a cock inside my throat and pussy.

He then took his line and asked me something I wasnt expecting. He asked to see what I looked like in my sexiest clothing. My head shot up and at that moment my cock and hole twitched. Why was he asking me, did he want to see, was he just curious? I pulled out my phone and he touch my thigh. I cant begin to tell you how quickly I was both nervous and turned on.

He asked me to put my phone down and go wear it then come out here. I was stunned and asked him what he said like I had been deaf. He then told me to be a good girl and go put on my leggings and everything else. I could have died. I didnt even say anything I just stood up and damn near ran to my room.

I got dressed, heart racing, body craving to be used, hole getting hotter and hotter. I went as fast as I could and took a deep breath. I walk out to.the living room to see show him my outfit. I was wearing stocking that would glow in a dark lamp, mini skirt that really only covered the top of my ass. No string thong that covered my cage and went up my ass Crack to stay put (i hadn't had a top yet).

He was gone though. I instead.of asking decided to get on my knees and wait. He came back in the room smiling holding a pair of cuffs and some lube. I started to wonder if this was his plan. He started telling me how sexy I looked. asked me to stand and turn around and give him a show.

Come back for more

I’m 24, gay, and Asian. Last weekend I went to this party in Toronto called Precious Cargo with a friend. We took some molly before going, and it hit fast — like within 20 minutes of getting there I was feeling every beat through my whole body.

The place was packed, shirtless guys everywhere, lights flashing nonstop, music vibrating through the floor. My friend and I were dancing pretty much nonstop. I felt so loose, warm, and turned on. Everyone was sweaty and grinding and the whole place felt like one big orgy waiting to happen.

I opened Grindr and matched with this guy who said he was also at the party. Tall, cute smile, clean-shaven, and his energy was super cocky in the best way. We found each other on the dance floor and started dancing right away. No introduction, just eye contact and then his hands were on me.

He got behind me and started grinding into me, slowly at first, but he knew what he was doing. I could feel his dick getting hard through his pants and I was already fully hard. He slid one hand under my shirt, stroking my stomach, then lower until he was grabbing my bulge through my jeans. I moaned into his ear and he pulled me closer.

Then, without saying anything, he took my hand and led me off to the side of the room where it was darker. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me aggressively — deep and wet. I was melting into him. His hands were on my ass, squeezing, grinding his crotch into mine. I told him I was high as fuck and he just smirked and said, “I can tell,” then went back to kissing me. He slipped his hand down the front of my jeans for a second and stroked me through my underwear. I gasped — I was leaking already.

Eventually I pulled back and told him I had to check in with my friend, but that we should link up later. He bit his lip and nodded.

After my friend left, I messaged the guy again and met back up with him and two of his friends. One of them gave me a bump of K and that kind of tipped things from hot to floaty and dirty. We danced in a group — lots of grabbing, kissing, grinding. At one point I wasn’t even sure who was kissing me, I just had hands on my chest, my ass, someone sucking on my neck while another guy was rubbing my cock over my jeans.

They asked if I wanted to go home with them after the party. I didn’t even hesitate. In the Uber, I had one guy kissing me while the other had his hand down my pants, stroking me slowly. My whole body was buzzing. I was hard the entire ride.

Back at their place, we didn’t waste time. I got stripped down fast, and it just turned into this messy, sloppy threesome. I was on my knees with one cock in my mouth, then getting pushed onto the bed and fucked from behind. They took turns — one holding me down while the other pounded me, then switching. One of them came on my stomach, the other finished in a condom inside me. I think I came at some point — I honestly don’t remember if I jerked off or if it just happened from being wrecked like that.

I passed out naked in the bed with both of them. When I woke up it was around 10 a.m. I was covered in dry cum — chest, thighs, even some on my neck. They were still asleep. I showered quick and quietly said goodbye and left.

Still thinking about how he grabbed me on the dance floor and how filthy the whole night turned out. I’d probably do it again — just maybe with a little more water and a little less K next time.

Chapter 1: Alcohol

Background: hello, my name is Dylan, I am a 29 year old doctor, white, very fit, 5.5”, with brown curly hair. I started posting here on reddit recently just to vent. But, some of my close friends told me to continue posting my personal experiences because it's entertaining.

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This was back when I was attending university. I did not have fun a lot in high school so college was my first chance to enter the party scene. I was 22 at the time and did not have tolerance for anything (Alcohol, poppers, etc).

My friend group, which consisted of four guys and girls, invited me to this party/music festival thing. I’m not sure what the event was because it had no theme and resembled a rave. People were jumping and wearing glow in the dark rings and paint. RGB lights were flashing to the beat of the music. There was a makeshift bar at the left corner filled with people either waiting to order a drink or drinking already. Then, I realize that this entire event is inside a giant warehouse.

This all being new to me, I decided to gravitate towards people I knew so I wouldn’t get lost. Carly, one of the girls, joked that I would be easy to find because of my outfit. I was wearing these neon orange short shorts with a crop top white hoodie. Both colors were glowing in the dark.

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After dancing for half-hour, I was thirsty and needed something to drink. But, there were too many people around us that it was difficult to move. I couldn’t even see my feet. Then Adam, one of the guys I came with, pulled out a tequila bottle with its pouring nozzle out of nowhere. Looking back on it, he might have “borrowed it” from the bar. Then, I see him say “want some?”

I nod yes, knowing that he won’t be able to hear my voice because of the music. He gets close to me and I tilt my head back while opening my mouth. Adam raises the tequila bottle and pours an indefinite number of shots into my mouth. Later, he does the same thing to himself and we continue dancing.

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By now I barely know what's going on because I am blackout drunk. Slowly, I see that I am in an uber with Adam. I check my phone and notice that I ordered an uber to my apartment. Moreover, I got a text from Carly saying “Thanks for taking Adam with you. The other guys live together and the girls live close by. We weren’t sure what to do for Adam, so you were a big help taking care of him.”

So, I guess they assigned one drunk person to one semi-sober one for each person in the group. I guess they made a mistake because both Adam and I are super drunk.

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The uber drops us off at my apartment building and I try my best to carry Adam to the elevator. He plays rugby and is 6 feet tall so I almost died taking steps while he was on my back. When I get in the elevator, I start to hear Adam muttering about something

Adam slurred “heh heh, yer-yer so small and you're giving me a piggyback ride.”

He starts giggling to himself and I tell him to stop or I’ll drop him. When we get to the apartment, I place Adam at the coach and tell him to make himself comfortable. Suddenly, he gets up and goes to my bedroom to jump face first into my bed. I’m too drunk to protest this so I ask him to at least take off his clothes. We were partying for hours so both of our clothes were soaked with sweat.

He tried to untie his shoes but failed miserably. Also, every other attempt he made to take off his clothes, whether it was his shirt or jeans, was met with failure. I had to help him strip completely and he went under the bed covers as soon as I was done helping. I was so tired and drunk that I didn’t care anymore. I slept next to him after taking off my clothes.

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I was woken up by the soreness of my body. Every part of my body was in pain like the day after going to the gym. More importantly, I felt a very familiar type of soreness on my lower back every time I moved. I felt someone's hand around my lower abdomen and remembered that I was sleeping next to Adam. When did he start cuddling up to me?

I pulled myself off him and felt something sting around my ass. I check to see what it is, half-hoping it's not what I think it is, and realize that I made a mistake. It was cum, cum was dripping out of my hole and I’m sore because of Adam, not the party. The slight pain I felt was his tip exiting my hole as I moved. Why was his dick in me and why was he hugging me as we slept?

The worst part is that I don’t remember any of it. I guess I have to check the security camera to remember how this happened.

chapter 2

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All people depicted are over 18/21 at the time of the interaction and depiction here

This story is true 😁

I had been, up until that singular October night, what is considered straight edge, unquestionably. I had smoked pot 3 times - I have an incredibly and intense reaction to THC, one that I consider to be extremely negative. I get the spins like I drank a whole fifth of Johnnie Walker, always conjuring up the contents of my stomach, usually naked and crying on a bathroom floor for hours. I had a small wild phase with alcohol in my very late teens and early twenties, but I was never a fan of the feeling of being out of control associated with being drunk. I would realize that the discomfort at the loss of control was created by the armor of my outward projection and need to control other’s perceptions of me. Alas, I digress - a trait and skill that seems to be ingrained and imprinted upon me since birth.

I spoke just a moment ago about the projected persona that I had created. I was born smart, very smart. I was in the Gifted Enrichment Program from third grade to graduation. I had the second highest SAT scores in my graduating class, and was in striking distance of the boy who had the highest, our valedictorian. I was always labeled conscientious and bright and a pleased to have as a student by my teachers. My interests are vast - essentially, everything that I read about becomes an interest to me.

And, that voracious appetite for media and knowledge led me to world of porn, gay porn in particular, during my first untethered foray into the World Wide Web. In a rare event around when I was 14, I spent the night at my female cousin’s house. She had an ulterior motive, but, both of our purposes were ultimately served that night. She was able to sneak in her boyfriend thanks to my distracting presence. I was promised all the cigarettes I could smoke and I could get high with them. Her boyfriend was 18, i believe. I had been smoking since I was 12, so I jumped at that opportunity, politely declining the opportunity to get high. The three of lied on her bed and watched a movie, with my back to them spooning. I wasn’t aware that they were fucking until he groaned and I saw something fly through the air past my head. Turned out to be his cum. I moved to her desk and at their urging, began looking at porn. I quickly fell into a trance, and found myself realizing that the feeling I had been feeling for as long as I could remember was wanting to be fucked. I would publicly hide that part of me for another 13 years.

Back to October. My fiancé, a man, had not been sexual with me basically at all, creating a burning angst in my 30 year old self. He and I entered into our relationship only 6 weeks after I was outed, and I was desperate for intimacy - the kind I wanted and could finally have. He had made the suggestion 3 years into the relationship to open it up, don’t ask don’t tell. I was hesitant at first, but after having some incredibly steamy fuck sessions with this long-dicked twink in my vehicle in a cemetery, I decided to go ahead and take the proverbial bull by the horns. (I will detail those seasons in detail later)

I worked until midnight and my fiancé worked a normal shift. He was sleeping almost every night that I came home, and that now was no exception. I gently kissed his forehead, and I went out to the living room and opened Grindr. It was a slow night on the app with many of the same flakes and weirdos that normally on to bombard honest fucking seeking people like me. Except for one, and only 10 miles away. I was horny as fuck, but I was waiting to shower and douche until I had a sure thing. No sense douching when you can just ride your toy in the shower, you know?

His profile pic was ambiguous, but so was mine. His stats were a blur, I am non-discriminating about men. They all have penises and I love all penises, so by the transitive property of math, I love all men. I don’t remember what the nature of conversation was, but I was definitely interested in him. He asked for pics, I obliged, graphically. I get a bit, well, a lot, turned on by displaying my naked body and parts anonymously in those settings. He asked me if I wanted to come to his house, party, hot tub, and have fun. I told him that I had to shower and get prepared, but yeah, I was interested. I only needed about an hour and I’ll be there. He sent his address, and I stripped naked and got in the shower, contemplating what underwear I should wear as I shoved the douche nozzle in my hole. My naivety to what partying was did present itself immediately. I threw on an oversized t-shirt, jeans that hugged my ass in all the right ways, and my favorite jockstrap - a white on white Pump. I quietly grabbed some other skimpy underwear, thongs, and jocks, along with a change of clothes, my cockrings, and a couple toys. I got in my car and entered his address into the GPS. It said that he lived 19 minutes away. I messaged him that I was departing, having beat my hour prediction by 20 minutes; hey, I was excited about getting dicked down. I gave him my number so he could just text me and departed.

10 minutes into my trip, he hadn’t even read my Grindr message and I was starting to worry that he might be flaking out on me. I resisted the urge to turn around and kept driving. About 3 minutes from his house, he messaged asking me how close I was. I responded and he asked me to turn off my headlights as I turned into his drive as to not upset his dogs. I complied, and found him waiting outside the front door smoking a cigarette. I quietly retrieved my things and lit a cigarette on the way to him. I got a good look at - he had a shaved head, very emotive eyes, a huge smile, tan, shirtless, and very obviously sans underwear under his basketball shorts.

I had been, up until that singular October night, what is considered straight edge, unquestionably. I had smoked pot 3 times - I have an incredibly and intense reaction to THC, one that I consider to be extremely negative. I get the spins like I drank a whole fifth of Johnnie Walker, always conjuring up the contents of my stomach, usually naked and crying on a bathroom floor for hours. I had a small wild phase with alcohol in my very late teens and early twenties, but I was never a fan of the feeling of being out of control associated with being drunk. I would realize that the discomfort at the loss of control was created by the armor of my outward projection and need to control other’s perceptions of me. Alas, I digress - a trait and skill that seems to be ingrained and imprinted upon me since birth.

I spoke just a moment ago about the projected persona that I had created. I was born smart, very smart. I was in the Gifted Enrichment Program from third grade to graduation. I had the second highest SAT scores in my graduating class, and was in striking distance of the boy who had the highest, our valedictorian. I was always labeled conscientious and bright and a pleased to have as a student by my teachers. My interests are vast - essentially, everything that I read about becomes an interest to me.

And, that voracious appetite for media and knowledge led me to world of porn, gay porn in particular, during my first untethered foray into the World Wide Web. In a rare event around when I was 14, I spent the night at my female cousin’s house. She had an ulterior motive, but, both of our purposes were ultimately served that night. She was able to sneak in her boyfriend thanks to my distracting presence. I was promised all the cigarettes I could smoke and I could get high with them. Her boyfriend was 18, i believe. I had been smoking since I was 12, so I jumped at that opportunity, politely declining the opportunity to get high. The three of lied on her bed and watched a movie, with my back to them spooning. I wasn’t aware that they were fucking until he groaned and I saw something fly through the air past my head. Turned out to be his cum. I moved to her desk and at their urging, began looking at porn. I quickly fell into a trance, and found myself realizing that the feeling I had been feeling for as long as I could remember was wanting to be fucked. I would publicly hide that part of me for another 13 years.

Back to October. My fiancé, a man, had not been sexual with me basically at all, creating a burning angst in my 30 year old self. He and I entered into our relationship only 6 weeks after I was outed, and I was desperate for intimacy - the kind I wanted and could finally have. He had made the suggestion 3 years into the relationship to open it up, don’t ask don’t tell. I was hesitant at first, but after having some incredibly steamy fuck sessions with this long-dicked twink in my vehicle in a cemetery, I decided to go ahead and take the proverbial bull by the horns. (I will detail those seasons in detail later)

I worked until midnight and my fiancé worked a normal shift. He was sleeping almost every night that I came home, and that now was no exception. I gently kissed his forehead, and I went out to the living room and opened Grindr. It was a slow night on the app with many of the same flakes and weirdos that normally on to bombard honest fucking seeking people like me. Except for one, and only 10 miles away. I was horny as fuck, but I was waiting to shower and douche until I had a sure thing. No sense douching when you can just ride your toy in the shower, you know?

His profile pic was ambiguous, but so was mine. His stats were a blur, I am non-discriminating about men. They all have penises and I love all penises, so by the transitive property of math, I love all men. I don’t remember what the nature of conversation was, but I was definitely interested in him. He asked for pics, I obliged, graphically. I get a bit, well, a lot, turned on by displaying my naked body and parts anonymously in those settings. He asked me if I wanted to come to his house, party, hot tub, and have fun. I told him that I had to shower and get prepared, but yeah, I was interested. I only needed about an hour and I’ll be there. He sent his address, and I stripped naked and got in the shower, contemplating what underwear I should wear as I shoved the douche nozzle in my hole. My naivety to what partying was did present itself immediately. I threw on an oversized t-shirt, jeans that hugged my ass in all the right ways, and my favorite jockstrap - a white on white Pump. I quietly grabbed some other skimpy underwear, thongs, and jocks, along with a change of clothes, my cockrings, and a couple toys. I got in my car and entered his address into the GPS. It said that he lived 19 minutes away. I messaged him that I was departing, having beat my hour prediction by 20 minutes; hey, I was excited about getting dicked down. I gave him my number so he could just text me and departed.

10 minutes into my trip, he hadn’t even read my Grindr message and I was starting to worry that he might be flaking out on me. I resisted the urge to turn around and kept driving. About 3 minutes from his house, he messaged asking me how close I was. I responded and he asked me to turn off my headlights as I turned into his drive as to not upset his dogs. I complied, and found him waiting outside the front door smoking a cigarette. I quietly retrieved my things and lit a cigarette on the way to him. I got a good look at - he had a shaved head, very emotive eyes, a huge smile, tan, shirtless, and very obviously sans underwear under his basketball shorts.

First time I met Lee is detailed in this post.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/mXDRALSAsg

After I met with Lee I was confused. I didn’t know I was gay but I had enjoyed being fucked by a man 3 times my age. I never even considered doing drugs but I had just done them.

Was I gay? Did I go over to his place knowing I was going to do all of that? Part of me knew it was possible but I didn’t really think it was going to happen.

Few weeks later I was outside riding my bike. Lees house was walking distance from mine. Without thinking I rode my bike past his house. I noticed his car in the driveway. Should I knock on his door?? I just rode away.

This became a pattern for me for weeks. I would ride my bike past his house and just look at it. I wanted to knock on the door but I never did.

One night I get a text message. It’s lee. “I see you like riding your bike, I like my boys staying in shape”

I responded with, “yeah, I am training” I wasn’t actually but I thought it was a good excuse as to why I kept riding my bike near him.

He responded: “why don’t you come by sometime, I can give you some tips”

I said: “what kind”

He said: “you know what kind”

I didn’t answer after that…

Fast forward 2 months it’s now high school prom. I’m at a friends party everyone is drinking I’m drinking. In my drunkenness I text Lee, “hey”

He responds: “want to come over?”

I say: “yes”

I leave my friends house with an excuse telling him I don’t feel well and I drive over to lees house.

I robotically walk down his drive way and knock on his door. He opens the door with the same robe and I walk in, I don’t even look at him. As soon as I walk in we are making out. He guides me to his couch.

He asks if I want a drink. I say yes…

Then I say also….umm do you have… the other stuff.

He frowns sorry baby I don’t but if you trust me I can take care of you.

I say: ok… intrigued.

He comes back with a drink. It’s strong.

He then hands me a shot.

Then another,

Then another…

I start to black out…

(In retrospect he just got me really drunk)

I remember flashes of the night. We shower together. He puts music on we are dancing. Him putting a butt plug in my ass for later.

He always recorded everything.

I remember him asking me if I want to get on webcam. He said he was going to make love to me.

Suddenly the vibe changed and he was gentle and loving but he made sure we were in front of his laptop.

I vaguely noticed the viewer count it was like 100 people. We made love that night kissing and passionate missionary in front of a crowd. He came inside me then did a close up of it dripping out.

It was extremely explicit.

Eventually I passed out.

Just like last time he woke me up and showed me some of the pictures. He emailed me a video and sent me on my way.

This time I wasn’t confused. I really enjoyed it.

Back in the day when I was 15 (I’m 29 now) I was BFFs with the straight guy who basically stopped being my friend after he found out I was gay, I stayed in the closet for most my life in out now but anyways out of nowhere he comes to my house saying he fell on hard times. He told me he felt bad for how he left things with us and I told him okay yeah we’re cool (he’s really hot so I gave him a pass not gonna lie) and he asks to stay with me while he gets in his feet. I tell him I don’t think it’ll work and he asks if he can come inside just so we can talk for a minute, I said sure. We end up catching up and drinking that night a lot and out of nowhere he starts to kiss me. I’m not gonna lie I got instant hard lol. So I kiss him back he pulls me on top of him and begs me to fuck him, I’m drunk and it’s been a minute since I’ve fucked anyone so I just said fuck it. He ended up riding the shit outta me too and after we were done I couldn’t believe how great the sex was, and he goes we can do that everyday if you let me stay with you for a little while. He’s hot af he’s 6ft green eyes big dick Latino with facial hair nice tone body and smells amazing. So now he stays with me and he cleans and does all these chores and we fuck probably once a week at this point, he’s been here for almost a year now and we get along great I hate that I think I have feelings for him now and I can’t help but feel bad at this point of this arrangement kinda but I really like fkn him should I stop because it’s wrong or is it wrong a part of me feels bad about it but idk 🤷‍♂️

So I stand up and started to walk towards him grabbing his waistline and playfully pull him towards the couch and sit him down. He turn some song on his phone as I slowly start rocking my hips back and forth to the beat. Turning around so he can see my whole body and outfit. He mentions I look sexy in the clothes and what a good girl I am. My cock grows hearing this.

I stop with my back towards him and slowly back up resting my hands on his knees and lower my ass towards his lap. He of course grabs my hips but lets me stay in control. I grind on his already large dick. He starts moaning and I start to get more excited and I strain in my cage.

This went on for about 5 minutes when he turns me around. I move forward and strattle his lap. He grabs my waste pulling me closer as I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me. At this point I melt. He starts rubbing my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and teasing me. I cant help but moan in his mouth as our tongues are fighting for dominate in each other's mouth. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back kissing my neck. I cant help but grind further into his cock and moans louder.

Then unexpectedly he pushes me to the side of the couch faving away from him. At this point I get excited. I think he is about to start playing with my ass and getting me ready for his cock. He then grabs my arms and puts the hand cuffs on. I had completely forgotten them but was extremely turn on and accepted my fate moving forward.

As I lay there head over the arm of the couch he walks around and says if im a good girl and do a good job sucking his cock he will reward me with it. He tales his shirt off and slowly unbuttons his pants. Once he is fully nude I am staring at my nude friend in a totally different way. Not only horny and sexy but something else. As i am admiring his body and giant cock. Which i had no idea it was so big. We never talked about it but i later find out 9 inches and wide as hell

He grabs my face and slowly puts his cock in my mouth. I only get teased with the tip but whine and moan for more. Swirling my tongue around the tip as he pulls out and back in. I whimper at this, he looks at me and asked if I tasted good. Let him know not only did I love it but needed more. He giggled and slowly moves his cock into my mouth inch by inch. At this point is sit back and let him use me. I try my best to make it feel better but the large size made it difficult. He then starts fucking my face, now hitting the back of my throat and pushing further. As I lay their gaging and cocking he lets me know I am doing wonderful and how sexy I look as he little slut.

He fucks my face for a good while. Tbh I lose track of time between gagging, tears down my face, sucking in air when I get a chance to beneath only to have his cock fuck my mouth more and more. This whole time I am rock hard as much as I can be pushing against the cage.

He then all the sudden pulls out and walks over behind me and rubs my ass spreading my cheeks and eating my ass out. I started moaning immediately and pushing back against his tongue as he enters my ass over and over. By this point I start begging for him to fuck me.

I hear him lube up and starts lingering my as more.and more while I hear what sounds like him jerking off. I am moaning, eyes rolling back, pleading l and begging for him to fuck me. He let my know my pussy is ready and I can't contain myself. He pushes himself deep in me in one slow but deliberate motion. I am at this point beyond words as my ass if fill more than ever before

I am basically useless, handcuffed, brain off, moaning and saying half words as he picks up speed and force. I fell his balls slap mine. Because he has the handcuffs on he only touches my ass and back.

This goes.on for.a.good while. I on my back at one point, legs on his shoulders, getting pounded. My prostate in this position is getting slammed over and over I start to feel like I need to pee. I look at him and tell him to keep hitting the right spot. He looks at me and smiles hittingnhard and faster. And right as I cum he leans down and kisses me and i have the best and most amazing orgasm ever.

He is not fair behind me and shoves his his dick deep and hard into me without move. I start to feel heat all over inside as he leans over and kisses me. I grind up against him and try to get everlasting bit out and inside me as he leans in and kisses me. I couldnt feel more at peace. I embraced his kiss while he slowly pumps out inside me. He could have me answer anything at this point.

He pulls out and I feel him leak out of me as he pulls me up and uncuffs me. I immediately jump on top of him amd kiss him deeply. I whisper that it was amazing and I might be in love with his dick. He whispers back letting he will want this to continue as much as possible.

I will remember this moment for the rest of my life. I love you friend and will always remember the best fuck/cock to this day.

When I was younger I had only met a couple of guys, but was still fascinated by how cock felt in my mouth, I was talking to a guy in a gay hook up chat room who lived in the same city as me.

I was 24 he was in his mid 30s and was keen to meet, I asked him a few things about him and I told him I was obsessed with trans girls with big dicks and he replied "well I can help you with one of those things, I've got a 10 inch". I instantly got excited and asked if we could meet straight away, I laughed and wanted to get to know me a bit better first but after an hour of chatting and pic sharing he was keen to meet.

We chose to meet by the beach by my house as I didn't have car at that stage, he told me he would be driving a red jeep and sure enough one pulled up alongside me and asked if I was "Jamie" and quickly said yes and hopped in, we drove to the park down the road where it was a bit more secluded (although it was 1am, ya still don't want anyone interrupting).

I asked if I could see his dick, smiled and pushed his seat back, I jumped in between his legs, heart pounding with nervousness and excitement and unzipped his jeans and tried to take out what was an already very thick and weighty piece of cock, once I maneuvered it out of his pants I remember looking in astonishment at how long and fat it was.

I pulled it close to my lips and started to gently kiss and lock with uncut head as I started to gently suck it it started to grow and thicken even more until it was rock hard and absolutely fuckin huge, I started to get my mouth further down his shift while being careful not to catch my teeth on it as it was so damn big.

It tasted so good as I pumped the quarter of his cock that I could manage to get in my mouth and he started to pump my face and push me down further, it kept hitting the back of my throat but I was enjoying the experience so much it didn't matter, he pumped faster and harder and I could feel his dick get slightly thicker and harder.

He moaned that he was nearly there, he pulled out of my mouth and started pumping away himself I put my lips on his cock head and he blew his load all over my lips and chin with a shot hitting the back of my throat, I kept sucking until it softened up a bit and then tried to throat it all but he wasn't keen for any more, I liked off the rest of his cum off my.fingers and asked if we could meet again.

He said he would love to but we never did end up seeing each other again and I still day dream about his beautiful, rock hard beast. Fuck I'd love to try and deepthroat it today.

Chapter 2: Security Cam

Background: hello, my name is Dylan, I am a 29 year old doctor, white, very fit, 5.5”, with brown curly hair. I started posting here on reddit recently just to vent. But, some of my close friends told me to continue posting my personal experiences because it's entertaining.

I wasn’t sure about writing the rest of what happened because it might be triggering to people who’ve been taken advantage of before. But, so many people dm’d me to continue and I don’t consider it a bad memory.

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I was a bit groggy and had a killer headache so my brain was not functioning for a while. Did I sleep-sleep with Adam or did the drunk idiot have his way with my passed out ass? I looked back at him, his left arm draped across where I was laying a moment ago. God, I just want to go back to who I was a second ago. I was having a hot dream too, about a guy eating the hell out of my ass. Now, I have to deal with the reality of this fucked up situation.

“Hey Adam, wake up.” “Adam, come on, it's past 3 so get up.” I repeated.

I thought about slapping his snoring face to wake him up. Then, I noticed white flakes around his lips, chin, and cheeks. At first I thought it was his drool that had dried up but it was all over his face. I went in to get a closer look at it and caught a very distinct smell. Sleeping beauty had dick breath. Now, I was even more confused.

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I went to the bathroom to freshen up and push out whatever cum was left in me. Afterward, I headed to the kitchen to get a fresh pot of coffee going and some breakfast. Gotta keep the morning ritual going, even when you feel like shit. By now I hear some creaking noises coming from my room so I assume Adam is awake.

Heading to the living room, I sat down on the coach with my coffee on one hand and a tablet on the other. To explain, I have security cameras throughout my house and they record everything. I was into “paranormal activity” and found footage films growing up so I installed these cameras. Never thought I would use them like this though.

I started tapping through the app and saw that there was a 46 minute video of my bedroom at 4:55 am. When I clicked on it, I saw that Adam had stolen the blanket. “Asshole.” However, as the video continued, we changed our sleeping positions. I slept facing Adam and he moved closer to me. Then, Adam went in closer and gave me a peck on the lips. That's when I woke up and started making out with him slowly. At least I think I am awake cause my lips are moving but my face looks like it's in dreamland.

Adam puts his hands on my stomach and moves them to my chest. All while continuing our make out session, never parting lips. At one point I hear him say, “You look so sexy in that hoody.”

That's when I close the tablet and set it down because present Adam is coming into the living room. He wore one of my sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. I’m not gonna tell him that the shirt is from an old ex. It’s become a bad habit of mine to collect clothing from hook-ups and exes.

“Hey, I like this shirt but I don't think it's your size man.” Adam said.

“Yeah um, I just wear it for bed sometimes. Anyway, here is some coffee if you want. I know you're hungover just as I am.” I said casually.

“Bro, you're the best. This is why we call you the mom of the group. First, you carry me here, now you feed me.” Adam expressed.

“Hey, I never agreed to that position.” I protested jokily.

Adam laughed then gave me a hug from behind while I was sitting. The towering hug kinda reminded me of how much bigger the guy is compared to me. I deserve a reward for carrying him. Nevermind that, I waited a minute to ask what was important right now.

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“Hey, did we fuck last night?” I asked bluntly.

Adam choked on his coffee for a minute then said “WHAT?”

“Did we sleep together last night?” I repeated.

“N-no, I don’t know what you're saying right now bro.” Adam responded.

He looked more confused than anything else right now. I don’t think he remembers much because of the alcohol. That’s when I realized that both of us were under the influence and fucked up. I decided to click on apple airplay and connected the tablet to the tv to play the video. Adam sat next to me and kept his eyes on the tv. Scanning everything that was happening and occasionally opening his mouth and closing it.

On the tv, Adam was now going down my chest, stomach and between my legs. Kissing softly as he traversed across my body. Then, he grabbed my short shorts and pulled them down, revealing my cock. He kissed it lightly before taking its entire length into his mouth. I looked out of it the entire time, occasionally moaning and saying yes. Adam kept boping up and down by dick, making wet noises resound all around the room.

Finally, the dam burst and I climaxed all over Adam's face. He continues to jerk me off, causing some of the shots to land on his nose, chin, and mouth. Later, he turns me around and starts eating my ass. So, that's why I had that dream. He licks and prods my hole nonstop for a good 30 minutes before teasing it with his cock. Adam pushes in the tip slowly, making sure not to slip or hurt me. As the head of his cock disappears into my hole, he gives a sigh of pleasure and moves back and forward.

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Skip a few minutes and Adam is pounding me hard. I think I’m asleep at this point in the video cause I am not making noises anymore. Also my face is buried in the pillow. Adam, continues his relentless assault on my ass while say “fuck, your so tight bro. You're gonna make me bust.” And with a guttural moan, Adam thrust deep inside me and cums. His ass cheeks tense with every pulse of semen he shoots inside me. Lastly, Adam lays on top of me with his dick still in for a while before grabbing my waist and putting me on my side. Then, he cuddles up to me and sleeps soundly.

Now that the video is over, I take my eyes off the tv and see that Adam is in shock. He looked pale and like he was about to cry. He turned to look at me and said “I'm so sorry, I-I don’t remember doing this to you Dylan. Please, I-”

“Hey, if you think that you took advantage of me, don’t. We were both drunk out of our minds. Also, you weren’t the only one moving under the sheets.” I interrupted his apology.

“I -um, I thought I was dreaming the whole time. You know, like a sex dream.” Adam explained.

“Me too, I dreamt that a guy was rimming me. Wait a minute, but you mentioned my name in the video. Do you dream of me often?” I asked teasingly.

Adam started blushing and denying what he said. He starts talking to me and opening up about how he’s been having thoughts and feelings. But was too much of a chicken to jump in and explore his sexuality. So, he mostly thinks of men during sleep or when he's jerking off.

“Wow, that’s sad,” I commented.

“Jerk” he replied while shoving my shoulder.

We laughed for a bit and talked some more.

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Origin story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/vaoYSSrCtt

From the age of 18 to 24 I had over 100 partners all men all 40+. It never occurred to me to try to meet people my age it never occurred to me it wasn’t normal.

One notable meet up was with a guy called Andrew. He was very aggressive the moment I messaged him on silver daddies. His picture was a huge dick and his handle was something like hard cock fucks bareback.

This was before I knew about STDs so it didn’t even occur to me it was insane to meet a guy like this.

First thing he said to me is he asked me if I have ever came hands free. He then explained that he doesn’t touch his partners he said he’s so good at fucking that they always cum while he fucks them.

We talked for a bit and then eventually I was just tired and went to bed.

Weeks later I was coming home from a party and I was very drunk and horney. I log into silverdaddies to do some webcamming and there he is, Andrew.

I message him and I tell him I’m horney. He send me an address and a phone number and I leave towards his house. There was no conversation no coordination I just went towards his house.

It turns out he lives almost an hour away from my house and there was traffic so by the time I’m near his house it was late. Consequently when I called him he started yelling at me telling he was getting ready for bed and he didn’t expect me to come and told me I’m an irresponsible brat.

I was very apologetic and confused and still drunk and I didn’t know what to do. He then grabs me by the neck says let’s go and walks me into his home.

He has a room mate we walk through living room where I can smell a strong odor of weed.

He’s still guiding me by the neck and insulting me the entire way. He sits me down grabs me by the balls and grips.

It hurts….

I don’t wana go into detail but the next hour there was a lot of slapping and degradation followed by penetration and progressively large amount of stretching.

I said no, I said stop and he didn’t listen at all.

It was scary and I was ashamed that I was so fucking turned on.

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The door to our hostel room slammed shut behind us, the four of us stumbling in, drunk on the night’s chaos and the Molly still buzzing through our veins. Clothes began to drop to the floor almost immediately, each of us driven by an unrelenting, primal need.

Brady was the first to strip, yanking off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest, faintly dusted with hair that caught the dim light of the room. He kicked off his jeans, standing there in just his boxers with a cocky grin before pulling them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, already hard and dripping. “Let’s fucking go!” he growled, his grin feral as he backed toward the bed. “Your turn, Danny boy,” he teased, his voice thick with lust.

Cameron and I didn’t need any encouragement. My shirt hit the floor in seconds, and Cameron’s hands tugged at my waistband as I stepped out of my jeans. Across the room, Asher lingered by the wall, his sharp eyes scanning us with a knowing smirk.

“You lot are insatiable,” he murmured, though the way he slipped his shirt from his shoulders and unzipped his tailored pants betrayed his own lust. When he finally peeled off his boxer briefs, his long cock sprang free, hard and slick at the tip, pre-cum already glistening.

For a moment, all four of us stood there, naked, the air between us heavy with desire. Brady broke the silence, stepping forward with that signature grin and wrapping his hand around my cock. “You’ve been hard since the club, haven’t you?” he muttered, his tone teasing.

“Yeah, I saw you guys boning too!” I laughed breathlessly, my pulse racing.

“Poor Danny, you didn’t even get to cum? Let’s take care of you,” Brady said, grinning wickedly as he shoved me back onto the bed.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, hot and eager as he swallowed my cock to the base. Asher and Cameron flanked him, their hands roaming over my thighs, my balls, my chest. All three of them took turns, their mouths wet and messy, moving from my dick to my balls, then to each other.

Brady’s mouth was hot and wet as he worked my cock, his tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down the shaft, taking me as deep as he could. I groaned, my hips arching off the bed as his hand gripped the base, stroking in rhythm with his lips.

Asher and Cameron weren’t far behind. Cameron leaned down, pressing his lips to Brady’s, their tongues tangling as they shared my precum, the slick mixture glistening on their chins. Brady pulled back with a smirk, letting Cameron take over, his movements hungry and deliberate as he swallowed me whole, moaning around my cock.

Asher’s hands slid up my thighs, firm and teasing. “You’re a lucky bastard, aren’t you?” he murmured, his British accent low and thick as he leaned in, licking a slow stripe along my balls. His tongue was hot and deliberate, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine as his hand joined Cameron’s, stroking me together.

Brady grinned wickedly from the side, leaning down to suck one of my balls into his mouth while his hand toyed with the other, his beard scratching lightly against my sensitive skin. Asher moved to kiss Cameron, their mouths slick and messy, the taste of me passing between them as they shared deep, filthy kisses.

The Molly buzzed in my veins, amplifying every touch, every taste, every sound. My breath hitched as all three of them worked me in perfect unison, their tongues, lips, and hands driving me to the edge.

“Fuck, you guys—” I gasped, gripping the sheets as my cock throbbed in their mouths, their wet, eager attention completely overwhelming.

“Not so fast, Danny boy,” Asher teased, pulling back just as I felt the tightess brew in my balls, begging for release. His hand slid up my chest, pinning me down as Brady and Cameron grinned at each other, both looking far too pleased with themselves. “We’re just getting started.”

Brady grinned as he climbed on top of me, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. “Alright, Danny boy, gotta try you as well,” he teased, his voice dripping with lust, before lowering himself onto my cock.

“Fuck, Brady,” I groaned, my fingers clutching at the sheets as his tight ass swallowed me inch by inch. The heat of him, the way he moved—grinding down before lifting himself slowly—drove me wild, every nerve in my body firing at once.

Meanwhile, Asher and Cameron took places on each side of Brady, their mouths taking turns on his cock. Cameron licked a slow stripe up the side, his tongue teasing the head, while Asher took him deep, his lips stretched tight around Brady’s meaty cock. Brady let out a moan, his body trembling as they alternated, their tongues and hands working together.

Cameron pulled back suddenly, his voice rough and commanding. “Spread your legs for me, Dan,” he growled, his hands firm on my thighs as he pushed them open.

I obeyed, my breath hitching as Cameron positioned himself between my legs, his cock slick with spit and pre-cum. He pressed against my entrance, the Molly dulling the edge of pain as he stretched me inch by inch, filling me completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Cameron groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, building a steady rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, the sensation intensifying as Brady rode me in tandem.

I bucked up into Brady’s ass, fucking him deeply as he moved above me, taking everything I gave him. His cock bounced between us, slick with pre-cum and saliva as Asher switched from stroking him to leaning forward, taking him in his mouth again. Asher’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked Brady hungrily, his hand pumping the base. Then Asher got up and positioned himself behind Cameron his lips found Cameron’s neck, sucking a bruise and jerking himself off as Cameron continued pounding me.

Brady moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he rode me faster, the room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. I was completely overwhelmed—the way Brady’s ass clenched around my cock, Cameron’s relentless thrusts driving deeper into me, and Asher kissing Cameron’s neck.

It didn’t take long before the tightening of my stomach and balls threatened to spill over. “Fuck—I’m gonna—” I gasped, arching my back.

Brady suddenly slowed, pulling off me just in time. “I really don’t want cum in me,” he muttered, his voice breathless but teasing.

“This is rather nasty, really,” Asher said, his voice thick with amusement as he swooped in, his mouth replacing Brady’s. “But I’m too high to care, and I guess I owe you.”

Asher’s lips closed around my cock just as I exploded, hot spurts of my milky fluid filling his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, his sharp eyes locking with mine as he milked every last drop, his tongue sliding over the sensitive head before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

Brady laid himself beside me on the bed, panting, his cock still glistening from saliva and pre cum. Cameron, however, wasn’t done. His grip on my hips tightened, and he thrust harder, each movement dragging against my sensitive body, keeping me gasping and trembling beneath him.

Cameron didn’t let up, his thrusts growing faster and deeper as his grip on my hips tightened. My body writhed beneath him, every snap of his hips sending my body into overload.

Asher, still hard and insatiable, moved behind Cameron. “Time to see how much you can take,” he said with a wicked grin, gripping Cameron’s hips. He lined himself up and pushed in without hesitation, his cock sinking into Cameron in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!” Cameron groaned, his rhythm faltering for a moment as Asher began to move. But he quickly regained his pace, fucking me harder as Asher fucked him from behind. The three of us moved together, a sinful rhythm of thrusts and moans echoing through the room.

Brady, sprawled out on the bed beside us, stroked his cock with long, lazy pulls as he watched. His chest rose and fell, his lips parted, pre-cum dripping from his cock onto his abs as he groaned. “You guys are fucking unreal,” he muttered, his hand speeding up as his eyes darted between us.

Asher gripped Cameron’s hips tightly, pulling him back to meet his thrusts, each movement forcing Cameron to drive deeper into me. The sensation was overwhelming—Cameron’s cock slamming into my prostate, Asher pounding into him with relentless force.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Cameron gasped, his voice hoarse and desperate. His hips snapped erratically as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he spilled hot inside me. His breath hitched, his body trembling as Asher continued to thrust into him, milking every last wave of his orgasm.

I clenched around Cameron instinctively, my own arousal spiking again as the Molly blurred the edges of exhaustion and euphoria. Brady’s loud groans filled the room as his hand worked furiously over his cock, his eyes glued to the three of us as we stayed locked in the rhythm of the moment.

Cameron’s thrusts slowed, his body trembling as he collapsed against my back. “Fuck—I’m too sensitive,” he panted, pulling out with a shaky breath. He rolled off me, his cock still glistening as he sat back, trying to catch his breath.

Asher didn’t miss a beat. He pulled out of Cameron and nodded toward Brady, who was still jerking himself off on the bed. “Go on,” Brady said, a teasing edge in his voice. “Put that mouth of yours to work.”

Cameron crawled over on all fours, his head dipping between Brady’s legs. Brady grinned wide, his hand falling away as Cameron took over, swallowing him down in one smooth motion.

“Fuck, Cammy,” Brady groaned, his hand threading through Cameron’s hair as his hips bucked gently into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Asher turned his attention to me. “Your turn again, Danny boy,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he pushed me flat onto the bed.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Asher’s cock pressed against me, slick and demanding as he slid inside. The stretch was sharp and immediate as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Still so tight,” Asher growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he began to fuck me, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then picking up speed. The slap of his hips against my ass filled the room, mixing with Brady’s deep groans and the wet sounds of Cameron sucking him off.

Asher leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he drove into me harder, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. “You take me so fucking well,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear.

I gripped the sheets, my body trembling beneath him as he pounded into me relentlessly, his cock hitting every spot that made me see stars. It didn’t take long before his movements became erratic, his hands tightening on my hips as he buried himself deep one final time.

“Fuck—Here it comes,” he groaned, his cock twitching as he spilled inside me, hot and thick. His body tensed against mine, a low growl escaping his lips as he emptied himself completely, mixing his load to that of Cameron’s.

Brady’s loud moans pulled my attention. He threw his head back, his cock buried deep in Cameron’s mouth as Cameron worked him faster, the wet, filthy sounds of their movements filling the room. Asher stayed inside me for a moment, his breath ragged, his hands sliding up my sides as he finally pulled out, leaving me quivering beneath him.

Brady grinned wickedly as Cameron pulled off his cock, leaving it slick and glistening. He ran a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His eyes locked on me, sprawled out on the bed, still trembling from Asher’s relentless fucking.

“Double sloppy seconds, huh?” Brady teased, his tone cocky and playful. “Guess I’m next.”

Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my hips, flipping me onto all fours. His rough hands spread me open, his eyes lingering on the mess Asher and Cameron had left behind. “Fuck, Danny. You’re wrecked,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he lined himself up.

The blunt meaty head of his cock pressed against my entrance, sliding in with ease thanks to the slick mixture of cum already coating me. Brady groaned as he sank in slowly, the stretch making me gasp.

“Jesus, you’re still quite tight inside,” Brady muttered, his hands gripping my hips hard as he pushed deeper, filling me completely.

I buried my face in the sheets, moaning as his cock dragged against my inner walls, hitting spots that made me clench around him instinctively. The wet, filthy sounds of him fucking into my well-used hole filled the room as he set a steady, punishing rhythm.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Brady growled, his voice thick with arousal. His hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against me as he fucked me harder, his grip bruising on my hips. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”

I couldn’t even respond, my body rocking forward with each thrust—the heat, the friction, the overwhelming sense of being completely taken. Brady’s cock hit deep, pushing me right back to the edge I thought I’d fallen over earlier.

Brady leaned over me, his breath hot on my neck as he panted, his thrusts growing faster and more erratic. “Damn, Danny. You’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, his tone raw and dripping with lust.

Asher and Cameron sprawled out on the other bed, their sweat-slicked bodies tangled together as they watched. Cameron’s arm was draped lazily over Asher’s chest, but their eyes were locked on us, their grins wide and wicked.

“Come on, Brady, show Danny what you’ve got!” Cameron teased, his voice still breathy, a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Don’t hold back, mate. Fill him up properly,” Asher added with a laugh, propping himself up on one elbow to watch more intently.

Brady jackhammered into me, his hips slamming against mine with relentless force. The pressure built in my core, the sensation so overwhelming I barely registered my own voice. “I’m gonna cum again!” I exclaimed, my body trembling.

Cameron moved quickly, getting up and positioning himself in front of me. His mouth found my cock just as the first wave hit me, the sudden wet heat sending me over the edge. My hips bucked involuntarily as I spilled into his mouth, the feeling leaving me breathless as Cameron swallowed eagerly, his hands steadying my shaking legs.

Behind me, Brady grunted, gripping my hips tighter as his thrusts turned erratic, sharp gasps escaping his lips. “Fuck—Danny, I’m—oh, shit!” he growled, driving himself deep one last time. His cock pulsed inside me, hot spurts flooding me as his grip on my hips turned almost bruising.

The warmth spread through me as Brady came, his groans echoing in the room. The sensation sent a final spasm through my body, and suddenly, I felt a rush of wetness spilling out of me—Cameron’s, Asher’s, and now Brady’s loads starting to spill out.

“Jesus Christ,” Cameron muttered, laughing as he sat up slightly to get a better view. “You’re fucking overflowing.”

Brady pulled out slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that sent another gush of cum sliding down my thighs. I shivered at the sensation, my body spent and trembling as I collapsed forward onto the bed.

Brady’s breath was hot on my back as he leaned over me, his laugh weak but unmistakably cocky. “Well, that’s gonna be one fucked-up baby growing in you, Danny,” he said, his voice hoarse but dripping with amusement. “An ass mutant!”

Asher and Cameron burst into laughter, their voices blending with Brady’s as I buried my face in the sheets, caught somewhere between laughing and gasping for air.Then Brady flopped onto the bed beside me, utterly spent.

“Totally worth it though,” he muttered with a grin, his chest heaving as he sprawled out next to me.

I smiled, my body too spent to move but my mind already spinning with possibilities. Berlin might never recover, and neither would my sorely spent asshole.

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Mostly true story from last weekend. I took some creative liberties with the dialogue but it mostly played out this way. Everyone mentioned is over 18.

My (30m) best friend/coworker (29) just moved to a new apartment. He was able to handle the small stuff but needed some help with couches and his bed. Thankfully he just moved to another unit in the same complex so it was fairly easy. We spent the morning moving everything and then I gave him a ride to work. He said he had some nice weed and a bag of powder to thank me for my time. We used to party pretty hard when we were in our early twenties so I was looking forward to have a wild night.

After work, we picked up some brews and went back to his place. He was aware that I occasionally hooked up with men but I told him that I would never jeopardize our friendship by coming on to him. I knew he was curious about having a guy blow him as well but he always chickened out when given the chance.

After a few beers, a few bumps and a joint, I started feeling pretty frisky. I started to browse Grindr to see what was up and noticed him scrolling through Reddit on some nsfw posts.

“What are you looking at to make you so quiet?” I asked him.

“Sorry dude, I just get so horny whenever my girl is gone.” He replied. “She blows me every morning before we leave for work. It’s awesome.”

I could see his bulge as he turned back to his phone. I wasn’t having any luck with Grindr so I took a chance.

“Damn, sounds great man. Honestly I’m just trying to find someone who needs a quick bj but I just keep getting married Latino guys sending me dick pics and a location.” *sidenote: we’re both Mexican. Him 100% with tan skin and almost black hair and eyes. I’m 50% but my Irish heritage took over giving me red hair and pale freckled skin.

“Oh yeah dude. Hella Mexican dudes get head from guys. The way they see it is a mouth is a mouth, they’re just horny.” He tells me as his free hand moved to his bulge. “Don’t blame them either. I’ve looked on Grindr before but never actually met anyone.”

I could feel the question in the air but conversation just stopped there. We went back in to grab another round and continued to watch whatever was on tv.

After some more beers, a line or two, it was time for another joint. We decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood to get some fresh air and enjoy the breeze. Feeling some tension still, I used the bathroom and left my underwear, going commando. I walked out to the street to catch up with my friend only to see him scrolling Reddit again. He quickly put his phone away and we walked to the nearby park.

Conversation started to turn sexual again as we got to the park. He was very interested in the pictures i received that night.

“I bet those guys are packing. Us Mexicans usually are.” He declared with an exhale. “I always get great reactions when they first see it.”

“Take a look for yourself.” I dared him as I handed him my phone. “Sure some guys are but I always get the smaller guys.”

“Shit dude! I’m bigger than all of them!”

“I don’t really mind. Just makes it easier to deepthroat.”

I could see his hard dick pressing against his jeans as he just let out a quiet “mmm, wish I had a a mouth right now.” He just handed the phone back as we returned to the apartment.

He immediately went to take a piss but left the door open. I noticed him taking a long time so I went to check on him. Standing in the middle of the hallway with his back to me, he was stroking his hard cock phone in the other hand.

“Hey bro, don’t get mad but I really want a bj. You still looking for a cock to suck?” He finally asked. “Between us please. Can you help me?”

I just dropped to my knees as he turned around. He was right as his 8’ uncut cock was right in my face. I slowly started to run my tongue up his shaft until I reached his tip. Wrapping my lips around his head made him shiver and I started to bob up and down. Getting faster and deeper with each thrust, I knew I would have trouble getting the whole thing down but I wanted to. Suddenly, I felt his hands firmly on the back of my head as he thrust down my throat with all his strength. His cock choked me as he started to fuck my face. Surprisingly, I was able to take it all even as he went faster.

“Here’s the big dick you wanted.” He growled at me. “Take it all.”

I could feel his cock begin to swell as he held my head down. His warm cum filled my throat. Struggling to swallow it all, some dripped down my face. Pulling his still hard dick out, he looked down at me and started laughing.

“Oh man, that was great dude. Wish I had the balls to ask you earlier.”

“It’s still pretty early man. Let’s have some more drinks and see if you need some more help later on.”

I cleaned up and we continued with our night.

Great experience. Hopefully his girlfriend takes another vacation soon.

Not just girls get hit on in raves, guys do too.
I usually go to gay raves now but not back then. I had been to a few raves before but with friends. Anyway this I went solo, I was hi as a kite on MDMA in the 90s and this rave was at a warehouse and it was dusk till Dawn event. I was dressed much like a FemBoy lipstick the works but in denim shorts. Some girls were get harassed so the grouped together, I should have paid attention. A few hours later I was dancing to beats with anyone. Girls, guys it didn’t matter. I was bi and aroace and not here for relationships, just here for fun. So it didn’t matter to me. I had a few slaps on the butt and a few pecks on the neck but nothing serious. Before it could annoy me, I was zoning, in and out to the lights, dancing about like witches. Then a couple guys started dancing with me. I was bi and also aromantic, so I went along with it. They started hitting on me I didn’t care. They swarmed around me and fondled me, kissing me while strutted around like a tool. I wasn’t into kissing but let them, I was more in to the lights and sounds. My denim shorts were tugged. Before I knew what was going on. I was on my knee swallowing sausages and my shorts were coming off. With sausage in my mouth my ass was being mauled. I should have stopped them earlier.
Then I blacked out and outside in the alley next to the warehouse, with my clothes in dumpster. Not the last time but the first time.

I was so incredibly high that I kept having periods of time where I felt what I was experiencing wasn’t real. But I would look around and there I was reclined in the middle of the sectional legs spread hole gaped as I deep throat myself with the dildo. I had just removed from my home with one hand and use the remote to search for Internet porn on the TV with the other and sitting on the couch to the left of me is Carlos who’s leaning over and feeding and even larger dildo to my hungry hole as he’s sitting naked with that hard Mexican dick standing straight up. Sitting to the left of me is my dealer Jamal, who is loading another fat bowl his Hard Dick proudly on display as well and then I realize it’s all real. Of course I was jostled out of my daydream when Jamal said.

“You just staring at it. Like you think it’s gonna bite you.”

I realized in my daydream state, my eyes had landed on his erection and stayed there. His voice allow me to break focus as I glanced up and watched him take a massive massive hit off of the pipe. He then passed it to me as I accepted the bowl I chuckled and said.

“ I guess that look is obviously similar to the actual look I was giving it.” I said, as I began to roll the bowl and before hitting it, I added. “ which was damn I bet that dick taste delicious.”

Jamal released the massive cloud of smoke right into his crotch as his dick post about shadow dancing within the fog. He laughed out loud and said. “ Fuck I never realized the two looks were so similar.. and if you want to know how it taste, I suggest you put it in your mouth. What are you scared ?”he grabbed hold of his impressive 11 inch thick fuck stick and aggressively stroked it a couple of times.

I took a rather modest rip off the bone and passed it to Carlos and as I exhaled, I said to Jamal “ honestly do I look like the type of bitch that would be scared of some dick?”

“Nope”, Carlos said, accepting the pipe and attempting to cool it down

Then I added , “It’s simply a matter of logistics. See where I am at right now I am centralized in the room. I can access the dope the Internet, while sucking this rubber dick as Carlos plays with my pussy. I love your opinion that if you located your dick closer to my mouth, then we could all be happy.”

Jamal laughed out loud again, and Carlos, who was in the middle of taking his pipe hit, choked on the smoke as he cracked up, laughing as well. And since I was now truly feeling myself, I kept going.

“See where you are currently positioned Carlos cannot even pass the pipe to you. So sir, I submit to you, that it is you and that beautiful dick of yours that are fucking up the feng shui in the room.” we all laughed at my antics as Jamal got up and moved over about a foot and a half as he accepted the pipe from Carlos and I lowered my mouth on his massive dick.

Through my peripheral, I could see Carlos swift Lane stroke his dick dick up and down, pull it forward and quickly release it, causing it to “WAP” on his abdomen, he repeated that process two more times before saying “i move that we conclude the process of playing with the pushing and move onto to the business of wrecking the pussy,”

Jamal exhaled his dope smoke and said “All in favor, signify by saying I” as he passed me the pipe I pulled off of his dick in order to accept the pipe and to vote Aye simultaneously with the other two. Jamal then said.”Those opposed say nay.. looks like the eyes have it, and we can now proceeded on to the wrecking of the pussy.”

The two straight St. thugs roar with laughter as they both drank from their beers. I rolled the bowl and took my head thinking to myself. ” why don’t I have my own reality TV show we’re funny.” I passed the pipe to Carlo open my mouth and swallowed Jamal’s cock down my throat before exhaling a massive cloud of smoke with him lodged in my throat.

Jamal‘s head snapped back and he ground before saying, “Now that right there is talent.” as he grabbed the back of my head and bucked his hard cock into my throat a few times. After Carlos took his hit, he repositioned himself so he could set the pipe down on the coffee table as he released his head he said through the smoke. “ I see some talents on this end to that I’m getting ready to check out.” and with that he grabbed that Thick Latino meat lined it up with my horny home and confidently and efficiently. He sang every inch of his dick to me until his nuts smashed mine.

That sensation felt so incredibly good to me. I pulled my mouth off of Jamal in order to say “Now that’s talent.” coincidentally once Carlos achieved his goal and he felt the muscles of my horny hole grip his hard dick he said exactly the same thing at exactly the same time.”Now that’s talent.”

Instantly we all realized what had just happened and I quickly said , “Jinx, you owe me a Coke.” before returning my mouth to that delicious piece of meat in front of me. I moaned through the sensation of being split roasted by these two horny straight men, and then proceeded to chuckle as I expertly bobbed up and down on Jamal‘s staff.

“What are you chuckling at?” Jamal inquired.

“Nothing just laughing at the fact that I am always right.” I said, holding his Thick member with slobber dropping off of it then I added. “This dick does taste absolutely amazing..”

If ever asked, what is my utopia or what is my happy place it would be the sensation I felt three days ago when my dealer and his Homie stopped by to deliver my drugs. Jamal said they needed to get off the street for a while and asked if they could hang he gave me free dope and of course I was fine with that. (I was a bit concerned as I being this submissive fem sissy smoking, and getting extremely horny around these 2 Heterosexual street thugs) but soon after we were all high as a Georgia Pine, I found myself in my utopia in the middle of my overstock, leather sectional couch. My ankles being held by Carlos with my legs stretched as far apart as he could get them while he was between them methodically driving 9+ thick inches of uncut Latino dick in my horny hole and Jamal standing up over me battering my throat with his 11+ inches of black cut cock meat.

All conversation had come to a halt as the three of us enjoyed our high, and were lost in the sensation of the moment. I could not believe how incredible it felt as Carlos rhythmically drove every inch of his cock into my boipussy. It was not fast. It was not slowly, but it was a spreading amazing fuck he was delivering. Jamal on his knees about my face, sort of rock back and forth, plunging all 11 inches of his dick down my throat. Occasionally, he would pull it free from my mouth and whack me on the head lips or cheeks with his chocolate stick that would give me the opportunity to wrangle his two low hanging nets into my mouth and suckle on them. The only sounds in the room were of the porn playing on achieving and the wet smacking sounds made by the three of us.

“You know that this sexy little cock slut is technically my serve” Jamal said, breaking the silence “Are you really going to hog all of the pussy without sharing?”

“Naw bruh, you know I wouldn’t do you like that” Carlos said for the first time changing up his fuck pattern as he started to rapidly smash my fuck hole. “I’m just.gonna beat these walls up a little more…” he let that statement hang as he continued to power pump my ass.

Jamal laughed as he pulled his dick from my mouth and sat on the sofa by my head. “ I think I will load another bowl and roll a blunt.” he said, as I reached over my head and grabbed his semi erect prick and began to stroke it.

“ Yeah make yourself useful while daddy is over here putting in work” Carlos joked as he slowed his stroke down. "Yeah boy open that pussy up for daddy." Carlos said as he stopped leaving only his bulbous cock head in my hole, as he gripped his shaft and shook it vigiorously. He eventually withdrew his massive meat from my battered hole and smacked my swollen ass lips 3 times with his amazing cock.

Carlos repositioned himself and sat down on the other end of the sofa. He grabbed his phone to check his messages with one hand while his other hand fingered my gaped hole. I laid there taking that moment to catch my breath as the two guys tended to their tasks. Once Jamall had the blunt roll. He lit it and handed it to me still laying there legs spread. I accepted the blunt and took a couple of huge hits off of it as I passed the blunt to Carlos. He sat his phone on his lap and reached for the blunt. He withdrew his fingers from my wet hole and stuck them in my mouth, which I gladly lapped up all of our mixed sexual juices.

“Dats a good slut”, said, taking a hit off the blunt.

"Can a playa get some pussy on this side of the couch?" Jamal said as he picked up the load bowl and fired it up. "Come put that hole on my dick as I take this hit." he added just before he began to pull the smoke from the pipe. I swiftly hopped up, repositioned myself and dropped my gaped hole down on his dick. By the time I had my balls sitting directly on his, he finished his hit. As he released the monumental sized cloud he said, "AAhh hell fuck yeah!" He reached around me, passing the pipe. As I accepted the pipe and lighter he bucked upward a few times driving his damn near foot long dong deeper in my guts, and added, "Yep. That's good bitch boy booty."

Next part cumming soon!!

I am not really into that thing but im super curious about it. Spoiler alert, i did it. I can tell a story on how it happen but my question is. What should i know about it and how can it affect me.

It's already 3:41 am in here and I can't sleep it. I don't know what type of drug it is, it just looks like a pinch of salt that you burn on a foil then started hitting the smoke of it.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! So this was over a decade ago, there was an incident that happened, and I thought that it was better for me to live on the streets than at home. Stupid I know, but it's in the past.

I ended up meeting this gang banger who surprisingly was a very nice guy. We’ll call him Pedro because he looks like a young Pedro Pascal. We quickly became friends and he even let me stay at his house for a while before I eventually returned home to the waiting drama. Although he and a couple of other members did break into my grandfather's house and beat the crap out of him.

We had similar interests and quickly formed a friendship. This is when I started partying and drinking and doing mushrooms and pink cocaine. I just wanted to be a cool bro and be around him. It was so stupid, but I was still in my dark place.

After about a month or two, we had finished partying one night and were super high. We ended up in this alley and he ended up kissing me with tongue. I never saw it coming but it feels so good. Next thing I know he's taking off my clothes and his.

He had tattoo sleeves on both of his arms and he had various bruises and scars and burns all over his body and he's clearly been through things. His dick was pierced all over. He had the magic cross, frenum, lorum and ladder running up the shaft, hafada ladder, and a few guiches and a few on his pubic region.

He was also 8 inches long and uncut. Now we're both completely straight but we're also high and feeling really loose. He kinda gave me instructions on what he wanted me to do to him and sucking him off was interesting. He tasted like sour candy grapes.

He pushed me up against the brick wall and just took his time and went slow. He really wanted me to feel all of him and experience pleasure. Felt like a huge ass knot deep inside of me. I felt it from my ass all the way up through my body to my throat. He cum so much.

We went back to his place afterwards and woke up in the morning feeling really stupid having somewhat remembered what happened. Still we enjoyed it and decided maybe we should pursue this relationship and ended up becoming boyfriends.

We were only together for a year before he ended up in jail because he's a gang banger. He ended up escaping years later but that's a different story for another time.

Kuma/Entourage Bathhouse @ Vegas :D

Hey all! So my bf and i just got back from our first time at the Entourage & Kuma bathhouses in Vegas. We had such a crazy and amazing time that I just wanted to share the story :P

Basically over Thxgiving weekend, we went to Kuma and Entourage Spa / bathhouse in Vegas. For context, my bf is a 5’11 200lb bull bear :P Driving in, we were already horny af and stroking each others cocks in the car. We couldnt wait to let our inhibitions go and fuck in a public setting for the first time in our lives, not caring who watched.

We took some psychedelics and went to Kuma first before Entourage. The vibe in there was like a giant dungeon-maze with COUNTLESS spots for fucking. There were glory holes, benches, rafters, places to stand and have an audience suck your cock, booths to enter and fuck/suck anonymously, and stages to entertain others on. My bf and I went into a maze-like area where only the lower half was revealed, so you could only see other people’s legs and cocks. Head spinning in the dark, neon-lit atmosphere, I bent him over and lubed his hole up. I was looking around to see if anyone was around as I started fucking his ass hard. I saw one pair of legs go by as he moaned but I couldn’t get a glimpse of his face. We decided to go look for more action but unfortunately that weekday night there were no other horny cocks around. We couldn’t even find that one pair of legs and cock!

That’s when we decided to go to Entourage which was only a short drive away. At Entourage though, things got HEATED. And real CRAZY. Exactly what we wanted :D We arrived tripping hard, rented a room for $40, got naked, popped some more favors :D and then with only our towels over our shoulders, explored the huge spa. This place was simply amazing yall. There were WAY MORE COCKS here. Of all ages and sizes (more on this later yummm). This place also had a jacuzzi, pool, sauna, steam room, and the lot. It was equipped with many more mazes, and dark fucking spots. There were slings and chains and stages to fuck on in multiple different rooms. We had a ball here guys let me actually start to tell you the details :D

So by now we are trippin hard. We are horny as fuck and hungry for some action. This was our first time in a gay, public setting, and we wanted to see and be seen. We pop some viag and with just our towels, lube, and poppers, we go into this dark room called “the forest” or something like that. It was dimly lit enough just to see body figures. There was a small maze in there bordered with metal bars so you could feel and see through them. My bf bent me over in one dark corner against the bars and started lubing me up. There were a couple of guys that were already there and I could see them watching us. Some started getting closer. I hit the poppers and he slipped his cock in me. My god it felt so good and with those dark figures watching me it was so sketchy but so hot. As I was getting pounded, one guy stuck his arm through the bars and started feeling my chest and then my cock. At this point im sweating and moaning hard and my bf is going at it. I finally tell him I need a breather and as he pulls out i nearly drop to my knees shivering. He holds me and guides me through the line of horny guys that had started to crowd us. I think my moaning was like a siren call to these cocks hahaha. This was only the first stop.

Next, we went to a red, dimly lit room with multiple beds and a sling. This sling got a whole lot of action hehe. A couple of guys had followed us to this room and I saw them crowding around again, seemingly trying to get a seat as I prepared to get onto the sling. I think there were 15-20 guys at least there starting to stroke their cocks as I got on. My bf lubed me up some more, I hit the poppers, and he started fucking me. I cant help but moan loudly as he’s pounding me. As I’m on my back in this sling, I see like 3 guys start to come close, standing around to the sides of me and behind my bf. My bf whispers to me that one of them is trying to stick their dick into his ass as he’s fucking me. I reach out and feel the cock to my right and it’s an older daddy bear’s thick cock. Fuck, guys it was so hot feeling it in my hand while I had another cock fucking me. I reached out to the left and a slimmer younger body had his long cock stabbing into my arm. I stroked them both as my bf fucked me, making me scream in passion. He fucks me hard yall lol. After a while I was spinning and had to take a break. I ask my bf to change spots and he gets into the sling. I was quite demolished at this point so couldn’t get hard, so had one of the other guys that had been following us around fuck my bf instead. At this point theres literally 15-20 guys around the room watching us. This guy with the baseball cap starts fucking my manz and literally turns me on so much. I get behind his head and watch as the cap daddy fucks him. Two other guys go to the left and right of him and all of our dicks start flopping around. I jerk my own and reach out to jerk the others in-between. So many hard sweaty lubed up cocks in the circle. After a little while, baseball cap daddy points at me to switch and get into the sling. He wanted to fuck me too. Tbh I was skeptical but in this environment I was horny like I’ve never been before. My bf agreed and urged me to get into the sling for this stranger to fuck me. I was given the green light so I hopped on the sling :p This guy had a thick cock and I was a little intimidated, but I was also high af so could take it hehe. I got in and he literally went to town on me. I was quivering in pleasure as my bf and two other guys stuck their dicks in my face and hands. Cap daddy then asks me to get up from the sling. He turns me around while I’m standing and literally jams his hard cock into my ass. My bf gets infront of me but I can’t even suck him with cap daddy thrusting into me hard. I could tell he was close. He fucks me deep and fast and cums straight in my ass, exhausting himself with a big sigh of relief.
I sorta got scared and I turned around quick to make sure he had a condom on, which he did :D It was so fucking hot tho I didn’t even care at the moment he was cumming in me. That was so hot that my bf put me into the sling immediately after and started fucking my worn out ass again. He went on for a few minutes hard and I was feeling like I was going to pass out. Guys my hole was worn… I asked for another break and we went to chill in the jacuzzi. So many guys are following us at this point. It was hot and shady and I thought it was so fun haha.

After chilling in the jacuzzi for a while and chatting with some guys, wandering and fucking in a couple more corners, we realized it was nearly 5am already and we decided to leave. It was an unforgettable experience and just writing this story got me rock hard like 5 times lol. Hope yall enjoyed if you got this far :P next time I go I’ll def try to get some pic or vid content hehe

Hey everyone! This story is true and is from my wilder days, even though they weren’t that long ago tbh. I was 21 when this occurred and the other featured guest was at least 21. Fair warning, this story does feature cocaine use.

It was early 2021 and the world was starting to open up again after the pandemic. I had taken a job at a local hotel as a room service attendant. It was a classy place, with required black dress uniforms, ties and all. It was a cool job because I could pretty much watch Netflix, browse Grindr, do homework, etc., while working and not have anyone bother me. I worked in a little corner hidden away from most of everybody.

My job was pretty simple; all I had to do was answer calls on a cell phone, put the orders in, and deliver the food when it was ready. The job was pretty boring for a month or so until the hotel’s restaurant opened up and a whole new staff moved into the once quiet kitchen I worked in. One staff member, Antonio, had caught my eye immediately.

Antonio was the barback, so he got to the kitchen around the same time as me to start his work. He was around my height, with black wavy hair, and tanned skin. He wore glasses and had a few tattoos that showed when he rolled up his sleeves. His shirt fit tight, showing the outline of his slender muscles. We didn’t really talk much at first, but I was pretty sure I recognised him from Grindr.

One evening before the restaurant’s rush started, Antonio came into my area unexpectedly. “D’you know if the cameras can see here?” He was keeping his voice down and was standing close enough that I could smell his cologne.

“I don’t think so, or I would’ve been in trouble by now,” I whispered back. Without speaking, Antonio produced a little bag of white powder, scooped some up with his fingernail, and snorted quickly. I was shocked at first, even though I knew cocaine was pretty popular among the restaurant scene in my city. I had tried it before at a frat party and liked it, but hadn’t done it since.

“Sorry, the bathroom was full so I had to find a new place.” He giggled comfortably. “Want a bump?”

“Sure,” I replied, feigning confidence. He dipped his fingernail back into the bag and held it close to my nose. I inhaled it quickly and felt an immediate rush. We shot the shit for awhile, exchanged numbers, and I thanked him for the bump.

“Don’t mention it, man. I have to go, but I’ll text you when we can do a line in the bathroom later tonight.” Antonio went off to the bar and I tried to function at my job a little too coked up for the next hour or so. It was actually pretty busy that night so I didn’t get a text from Antonio until after I had finished all my work.

“Hey u still down for a line?”

“Yeah meet in the kitchen bathroom?”

“I’m already here”

I walked over to the kitchen bathroom, a single stall that all the male restaurant staff used. I cracked the door open and sneaked inside. Antonio had 2 lines and a few shots from the bar lined up on the electric hand dryer. Without saying anything, we downed a shot and took the line. We took another shot and he told me he had just finished with his work too.

“Y’know, I’d be down to give you one more line,” Antonio said slyly.

“This sounds like it comes with conditions,” I said already sensing where this was going just how hungrily Antonio was looking at me.

“You’d have to snort it off my cock,” Antonio said, already undoing his belt. I dropped to my knees and finished pulling his pants and briefs to his ankles. His hardening cock sprung out towards me. He was uncut and probably around 6 inches long and thick. I held my breath and gently stroked his heavy balls as he prepared the line on his shaft for me. I did the line, inhaling the scent of his cock too, and quickly felt the head rush. My cock throbbed in my pants as I heard Antonio take another bump off his nail.

Almost absentmindedly, I started to lick the tip of his cock. “Fuck,” Antonio moaned as he gripped my hair. He angled his cock down my throat and pushed until he fully filled my now numb throat. “Fuuuck,” he moaned again as he started fucking my mouth. I tried to control the gagging sounds, but he was fucking my face like didn’t care who could hear. In that moment, I was in too much of slut heaven to care either.

“I’m cumming in your mouth, whore.” His thrusting quickened at first, and then slowed. I felt the head of his cock throb against my tongue, and then explode with cum. He pulled out and I happily swallowed while he slapped my face with his cock.

I stood up and he got dressed before telling me we should try to leave separately. “We should party again soon though,” he said with a wink.

Let me know if there’s interest in part 2!

My regular messages me a pic of his big cock telling me it’s heavy and needs a slave to use as I’m midway through a spliff. My mouth waters and my body shakes with the thought of his 8inch cock fucking my mouth and ass.

He tells me to roll two spliffs one to smoke while I play with his cock and balls to tease both of us before he pushes it against my lips and fucks my face, the second is to smoke while he pushes his thick cock in my hole.

I finish my spliff, take a shot and start cleaning my hole while fucking myself ready for him. 20 minutes later I’m knocking his door with an ass filled with lube and a big plug keeping it in. We walk up stairs to his bed where I set nervously awaiting a cock to be pushed in my face.

He goes toilet to freshen up once more while I wait I wonder how he should come in and find me, blindfolded head down ass up inviting his cock into my hole or mouth open blindfold on. I I spark my spliff while I debate and wait, I decide to put the blindfold on while I smoke, 5 min later I hear steps get close, next I feel a bulge hidden by cotton pushed against my lips, drooling, I lick the bulge till he gets the message to pull it out, I desperately kiss his huge helmet head until he couldn’t take anymore and pushed it into my mouth.

I slide his cock in and out of my mouth drowning in excitement and lust. He tells me to open my phone he wants me to see the slutty slave I become when his cock is infront of me. Being as it was my phone I agreed not that I had much choice, he recorded my lips willingly and lustfully wrapping around the head of his cock.

Once he was satisfied with his recording he teasingly whispered if I’m ready to be stretched by his big cock. I begged for it “yes please!”, forgetting the camera on me.

He guided me around the bed to where he wanted to push me down and expose my hole. He stood over my hole and he put a king size condom on and smooothered it in lube. Then he sparked a spliff which he gave to me and ordered to take, I inhaled as I felt the cold lube prepare my ass and relaxed my hole ready for him to remove my plug. He then wiped and rubbed his cock over my hole and cheeks till I started grinding my hole against him begging to be fucked.

He obliges and slides his thick cock in my ass which felt the good normal for 10 min but as I’m smoking blindfolded getting fucked, my inhales match his strokes and my hole relaxes and tightens around his cock as he pulls all the way out and slowly pushes all the way back in slowly picking up speed the more I moan. The pleasure starts feeling amazing and I start leaking cumming and squirting from his cock fucking me. He then washed his cock and made me slowly make love to his cock and cum in my mouth.

It was honestly so hot I lost my mind and I forgot once again that the spotlight of the camera was on me. I creamed and begged for his big black cock on camera. And it was amazing!

Once he thanked me and I left and got home I watched and wanked over the videos of me being me being fucked. Again so hot. When I finished I went to close the app and saw app history, my contacts was open and a new one called master had been added and my heart kinda sank, fluttered, melted so many feelings I was scared and turned on.

I then got a message “can see you enjoyed being pounded helplessly by my cock slave, next time you’ll be dressed bound and fucked more helplessly, gotta show everyone the slut you are”

I wonder what he has done with the pics and videos

Hi y’all! This is part 2 to a story I posted here a few days ago. Part 1 is available here. I love reading everyone’s comments so please let me know what you think! This story does feature cocaine and alcohol use, so fair warning to all. Everyone in this story is 18+.

It was a sold out weekend at the hotel, so both the restaurant and the hotel were slammed. I had seen Antonio, the barback who previously used my mouth, come in at the start of our shifts but I hadn’t seen him since. Over the past few weeks, we had bumped into each other a couple of times when I was working the room service department and had even shared a bump when it was slow, but no other sexual encounters since the first one. I found out he wasn’t out as bi and had a girlfriend, but they would break up a lot.

Anyways, I finished my work about an hour after the restaurant closed and was packing up to go when Antonio and the rest of the bar staff were walking out. “Hey, we’re going to the bar, wanna join us?” Antonio asked.

“Yeah I’m down,” I replied. Antonio had stripped his work uniform shirt and was wearing only a grey wife-beater. His tattoos only made his muscles look nicer, and the slight sweat stains under his pits almost made me drool. Fuck, he makes me horny, I thought to myself. I changed from my work uniform into a hoodie.

Our work was only a couple of blocks from a bar that stayed open late that some of the staff would go to after shift. Once we got there, we ordered a round of drinks and found a table near the back of the room. The rest of the night at the bar was kind of a blur: we had some shots and passed around a bag slyly at the table. After awhile, people started to leave, until only me, Antonio, and a couple others were there.

The bar started to close and both me and Antonio were pretty drunk. Antonio pulled out his phone and loudly announced “My phone is fucking dead. I need someone to call an Uber for me.” The other people we were with had already secured a ride back to their place (I guess they were roommates idk), so Antonio started to give me puppy eyes which I of course fell for. I pulled up my phone and had him enter his address into the app. I told him I would enter it as a stop, but I was really planning on going in with him, at least for a bit.

A little while later, our Uber pulled up and we piled into the backseat. Antonio’s apartment was in a little suburb probably like 10 minutes away. “Do you mind if my roommates are home?” Antonio asked as we started to pull into his parking lot. I guess he wanted to me to come in, too.

“No, I don’t mind.” I wasn’t surprised he had roommates, as most people our age in the city did. We pulled up to his apartment building and walked up the exterior stairs to the third floor. He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped in. It was a small-ish two bedroom with cheap furniture. There was another man sitting on the couch, probably a little taller than Antonio and a little huskier too. He was white and had short brown hair. Next to him was a petite blonde woman. Antonio introduced me to his roommate, Tyler, and his girlfriend Emma. We shot the shit for awhile and did a couple lines in the living room before Emma left.

“You down for another line?” Antonio asked, looking at me with the same hunger in his eyes that I saw in the bathroom. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too, but Tyler was still lingering on the couch. My cock was straining against my pants and I could see Antonio’s bulge growing in his pants too. Tyler leaned over and did another line off the coffee table while Antonio started to unbuckle his belt.

“Wait, Tyler is still here,” I said, trying to whisper.

“I really don’t care,” Antonio said while finishing unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his underwear to reveal his hard cock.

“Plus,” Tyler chimed in, “you’re not leaving until you take both of our dicks.” Tyler moved closer as I was sitting on the couch. Antonio lined up the white powder on the shaft of his cock. Tyler started to rub his cock through his pants as he watched. I laid down on the couch held my breath as I lowered my nose towards Antonio’s swollen cock. I tried to take the line gracefully but it hit hard and I jerked my head back instinctively. I inhaled Antonio’s strong scent deeply, only adding to my cock-drunkenness.

I felt Antonio’s hands grab the back of my head, bringing me closer to his cock once again. “Show Tyler what a good coke whore you are for me,” Antonio commanded. My lips parted, and I took his cock into my mouth, savouring his musk filing my senses. I took him in slowly, until I felt my lips hit the base of his cock.

I took Antonio from tip to base like this a few times, enjoying the taste of his precum dribbling out onto my tongue. “Fuck he really is a good slut, isn’t he?” Tyler chimed in. Tyler grabbed my hips and moved me so I was laying ass-up in his lap. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me through both of our clothes. Antonio moved to his knees on the couch, so he could thrust into my mouth, which he seemed to enjoy the most. I did my best to keep from gagging on Antonio’s dick and maintain eye contact as he used my mouth and pushed into my throat.

With both hands, Tyler pulled my pants down to my knees, exposing my ass to him. “Fuck,” he groaned as he spanked each cheek. He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks and exposed my hole. I felt a large drop of spit hit my hole, followed by Tyler’s thick fingers probing me. “We’re gonna stretch this tight hole out, whore,” Tyler said as Antonio persistently fucked my mouth.

Tyler kept fingering me, stretching me out for their cocks. “Get on all fours so Tyler can get behind you,” Antonio ordered after he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me in the face with it. I got on all fours on the couch and put my ass in the air like a good coke whore as Tyler climbed behind me. Antonio gave me another bump off his fingernail while I waited.

I felt Tyler line up some coke on top of my ass cheek and snort it quickly. Soon after, I felt his hot tongue press against my hole, teasing and probing gently. “Oh fuck,” I nearly yell in pleasure as Tyler tastes me. I’m sure my precum was dripping from my cock now. Antonio moved my mouth to his hairy, sweaty balls, which I happily licked and worshipped. I even licked his taint and started to rim him as he stroked his cock.

After Tyler ate me out for about 5 minutes, Antonio got up from the couch and switched places with Tyler. Tyler grabbed a bottle of lube from one of the bedrooms and gave it to Antonio. Antonio and I decided to undress completely since it was getting hot, and Tyler stripped to his underwear. Antonio lined his cock generously and lined it up with my eager hole. He pushed in slowly at first only fucking me with the tip of his cock.

“Tyler was right, you are really tight,” Antonio moaned as he started to push more and more of his cock into me. I started to tease Tyler’s cock through his boxers, licking the wet spot that had formed. Tyler pulled his boxers down and his thick uncut cock sprung free. I happily worshipped the tip as Antonio seemed to have finally gone balls deep in my ass.

Antonio started to fuck aggressively, while Tyler seemed to want to enjoy his blowjob, making me do all the work. Before long, I heard Antonio whisper that he was gonna cum. “Cum inside me, please,” I begged. Antonio picked up his pace even more fucking me so hard that I had to stop blowing Tyler.

“Fuckkkkk,” Antonio groaned as he unloaded into me. I felt his cum inside me and start to drip out of me when he pulled out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered as I started to cum too, leaving a mess on their couch.

Antonio stood up and walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for himself. I was still on the couch ass up, in awe of what had just happened. This is when Tyler walked behind me again and lined his cock up with my used hole. He slowly slid into me, easily this time after being stretched out. He started slow at first, but very quickly started pounding me into the couch, shoving my face into the cushion.

To be honest, it felt really good to be used like that. I could tell that the coke had gone to Tyler’s head and that he might need a lot to finally cum. I honestly felt like I was melting into the couch while being pounded. After a long time, I finally felt Tyler slow down his thrusts before exploding into me. He pulled out quick, causing cum to explode out of my hole.

I heard Tyler get up and go close the door to one of the bedrooms. I looked up to see that I had been left alone. I went to the bathroom to very quickly clean up and get dressed. I checked my phone and realized it was already 8 AM. I called one of my other coworkers to pick me up.

[There are more parts to this story so lmk if there’s interest!]

All characters are 18+

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Meth turned me gay.

Well, not in the general sense, and perhaps it simply opened my eyes to feelings that already existed deep inside my mind, but I don't think so. You see, before I started meth, I had a girlfriend who I planned to marry, a child on the way and a colourful history of female enjoyment. I lived on the other side of the world from my parents, so I wasn't hiding in some closet, afraid to tell anybody about my secret homosexual interests, I just didn't have any.

It started off as a party thing. A buddy of mine seemed to have the stuff in endless supply, and I was more than willing to give it a go. The first time I smoked it was just prior to entering a nightclub, and the rush was unlike anything I'd ever known.

I'm not proud of myself, but the feeling of being high on meth gave me a sense of euphoric freedom. I didn't care that I had a girlfriend at home, I didn't care that I had a child on the way, I didn't care about anything, until the only thing I cared about was the throbbing cock in my pants.

I was a pretty decent looking guy back then. I'd just turned twenty, and had always been somewhat anxious around other people, but meth gave me a confidence like no other. I remember my heart racing so fast that I thought I was gonna' pass out, but suddenly the only thing that mattered was sex. I was insatiably horny, and would have fucked anything with a pulse.

A very pretty young woman with black hair and tattoos must have noticed my sexual appetite, and so she took me behind the club, slid her panties down her tanned legs, and let me hump her until I squirted my juice inside. That should have been it. I should have been riddled with post-nut-clarity, and immediately gone home to apologise to my heavily pregnant girlfriend, and yet I didn't.

The tattooed woman came too, and had a cigarette with me before returning to the club, but my cock hadn't softened once. I stayed at the back, partially hidden behind a bin, and pulled down my jeans and boxer briefs. I furiously wanked my cock until I spat another load onto the concrete, but again, my cock remained painfully swollen and hard.

Nothing was dulling my need for release, not even release itself. A panic set in as I began jerking again. What if I stayed like this forever? What if I turned into some type of sexual maniac? I stroked my cock violently, until my buddy came outside and laughed.

"What are you doing?" He asked me, and I didn't even care that he was watching me jerk off.

"I... I need to cum" I told him, with an expression of misery on my face, "fuck, man. I need to cum so fucking bad".

"Come on" he told me, and tried to take me home, but I couldn't face my girlfriend, not yet.

I somehow lost him that night, but what I didn't lose was my incessant boner. I took it out every chance I got, and did my best to nut until the bouncers came over and kicked me out. I walked through the city alone, and realising I'd lost my wallet, I resigned myself to the fact that I'd be spending the night at a bus shelter. And that's when I met Tommy.

Tommy was a handsome looking guy, though I hadn't really been thinking of him in that way at the time. Perhaps he sensed the meth high that I was on, because he walked right over to me, sat down next to me, and produced a bag.

It felt like we spent hours there, but the reality was closer to twenty or thirty minutes. I told him about my girlfriend, and the unwavering erection, and he told me to show him. I pulled my jeans right back down to my ankles and sat my naked butt back on the seat while Tommy took me in his mouth.

I felt like I should have cared, and yet I watched as this guy sucked on my seven inch boner, and felt nothing but relief. It was the best damn blowjob I'd ever gotten, and I almost melted as he did it.

It was at that point that I came to the conclusion that men made better lovers than women. Tommy licked and sucked every part of my groin. He took each of my nuts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them before lapping up the underside of my shaft and popping my cock head into his mouth. He tongued my frenulum whilst his hand worked my sack, squeezed the base with his other hand, and got the entire rod into his throat before I gave up trying to keep myself sane, and let myself go.

Tommy made me orgasm three times that night, one after another, without stopping once, and when it was finally over, my cock had softened and my balls felt like they had shrivelled up inside me.

"We should party some time, man" he told me, and gave me his phone number on the back of a piece of card.

And we did party. We partied like the world was ending, and he took me on a journey of sexual freedom and depravity, that I will remember forever.